Qing Li's face was a mask of coldness.
Sikong Mo had seen his decision.
He also knew that some decisions, once made, can never be undone.
Raising his hand, Sikong Mo severed Qing Li's bonds with just his inner strength, "You saved my life before, and recently the king has decided to let you go this once. But remember, it is only this once."
The next time they met, if Qing Li was still stubborn, Sikong Mo would definitely not hold back again.
Normally, given Sikong Mo's nature, he would never leave any chance of survival for his enemies, but Qing Li was different.
He… was one of the few in this world who could still make him feel warmth!
The moment the chains were severed, Qing Li fell to the ground from the lack of support, got up, and walked to a spot next to Sikong Mo, yet he dared not raise his eyes to look at him, "Sikong, next time I will not hold back, and you need not show mercy."
Both knew in their hearts that if they met again, it would probably only be as enemies.
