Su Yi glanced at Feng Xiaofeng. “Junior Apprentice Brother Feng, do you have anything you want to say to Nian Yunqiao?” 

“I…..” Feng Xiaofeng was inwardly excited, and his hands tightly gripped his wheelchair’s armrests.

He stared intently at Nian Yunqiao. His old enemy now knelt on the ground, face wracked with agony. The sight filled Feng Xiaofeng with an indescribable joy.

Both of Feng Xiaofeng’s legs were crippled. That was little different from crippling his cultivation. Feng Xiaofeng had lived in constant suffering ever since his injury, and his heart was in darkness.

It was so bad that, if not for the fact that he still had a little sister to take care of, he likely would have ended his life long ago.

But now, he saw his most hated enemy kneeling before him. How could he not be excited? How could he not feel joy?

But in the end—

He said bitterly, “Senior Apprentice Brother Su Yi, this is the Cloudriver Prefectural Capital. If you kill him, you’ll only bring enormous trouble upon yourself. I don’t want you to doom yourself on my account.”

His words moved Huang Qianjun, but Nian Yunqiao only laughed hysterically. “Haha, Feng Xiaofeng, you’re actually pretty clever, but there’s no way I’ll just let this go!”

He looked up, then glared hatefully at Su Yi....