Qin Heng flew through the air with Shao Ying.
The clouds, like rivers, flowed beneath their feet.
"Mr. Qin, the King of Shang, uh, what exactly does Wu Yi want to do?" Shao Ying couldn't help but inquire of Qin Heng, completely puzzled by Wu Yi's sudden drastic change.
It was simply incomprehensible.
"My strength gave him hope," Qin Heng smiled and said, "You can think about it, is Da Shang truly Wu Yi's Da Shang now? What did Wu Yi do in the past?"
"If Da Shang isn't Wu Yi's Da Shang, then whose... wait, no, Mr. Qin, are you saying!?"
Shao Ying seemed to realize something, her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Qin Heng and said, "Oh my God, how is that possible, how dare he!?"
"Why wouldn't he dare?" Qin Heng chuckled softly and said, "If it were only Wu Yi, he could only dream about it. But now, it's different."
