Zheng Ming pressed forward with his sword, forcing Hai Qingcheng to tell the truth. These three words were like a heavy hammer, leaving Hai Qingcheng shivering with fear. He clenched his fists tightly, wanting to resist.
But under Zheng Ming's pressure, he felt it hard to breathe, and it was even more difficult to fabricate a lie.
"I... I just don't want to keep running. The Emperor of the Seven Seas has already agreed that as long as we pledge allegiance to him, past grievances will be forgotten, and he will even grant us the royal title."
As soon as he spoke, Hai Qingcheng felt a sense of relief in his tense nerves, but the gazes around him plunged his heart into despair.
Even some who followed him now looked at him as if they wished to devour him.
He hurriedly explained, "Mother, I'm doing this for our Mermaid Clan. We've been hiding in the Seven Seas for countless years. It's impossible to counterattack the Seven Seas and reclaim the royal title for our Mermaid Clan."
