At this moment, all color had drained from Jiang Qi's face, leaving it as pale as paper. Sweat on his forehead had already soaked his temples, and his eyes were filled with endless fear and helplessness.
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain himself, but it was as if something was clogging his throat—no sound came out. Facing the cold, unruffled gaze of the black-robed man, Jiang Qi realized he had no retreat left. His heart was full of despair and regret: regret that he'd been careless, regret that he'd trusted Qin Yue so easily, regret that he'd driven the situation to such an irreparable point.
Yet all regret was useless at this moment; the loss of the Token meant his plan had completely collapsed. And the black-robed man's reaction would likely not give him any more chances.
Jiang Qi's face was paper-white, while storms raged in his heart as he waited for the fury that was about to descend from the black-robed man.
