For Elder Nether, Chen Zhixing still felt a deep kinship, as Elder Nether had accompanied him for eight years and protected him several times. Although it was part of his duty, it ultimately was a heart-for-heart exchange. If possible, Chen Zhixing hoped Elder Nether could untie this heart knot.
Thinking of this, Chen Zhixing clenched his palm, forming the snake-like Fallen Heart Flame into a ball.
"Lii Shuang."
"At your service." From a corner of the great hall, Lii Shuang's voice echoed amid the solitude.
"Deal with the Yuu Family girl in Elder Nether's courtyard. Remember to leave some traces, so that Elder Nether knows it was my doing."
"Understood!"
A gust of cold wind swept by, and Lii Shuang's figure dissolved into snow and wind.
Seeing this, Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow:
