As the elder from the Jiang Clan was kowtowing, within the palace as pristine as white jade, the Mischievous Qingluo laid lazily on a white jade chair, exuding a dangerous charm like a seductive serpent.
"That old man, he's setting it up so you won't even have a chance to regret. Why not give him a taste of his own medicine!"
Zheng Ming did not respond to Mischievous Qingluo's remark but instead said indifferently, "When do you think a person is at his most proud moment?"
The enchanting eyes of Mischieous Qingluo flashed a chill as she seriously looked at Zheng Ming twice, her response uncertain, "Are you planning to strip him of everything at his proudest moment?"
"Exactly, it is only at his proudest moment that I can resolve the hatred in my heart. My brother's eyes weren't gouged out for nothing; this time, I want him to fall straight from heaven into hell!"
