53 What Must Be Done, Will Be Done I

Trapped in the blood-reeking space, Guo Pingrong shuddered involuntarily at the thought that his glorious and brilliant life had come to an official end. A beautiful, firework-filled dream had in an instant been crushed.

"Your Highness… I need revenge…"

Through the glossy layer of blood on the ground a reflection of a faint purple robe could be seen, its corner swaying before Guo Pingrong's eyes. Hopeful, Guo Pingrong looked up at his venerable crown prince.

A familiar pair of eyes – breeze-like, deep but perpetually smiling – greeted him, but the feeling it evoked in him was completely foreign. The way he looked down at Guo Pingrong was no different from how a wyvern would, from the highest of heavens, at a mere mortal who had dared intrude upon his territory.

It was distant, compelling, cold and deadly.

Guo Pingrong's desperate call for revenge had instantly cracked within his throat, and his body started shaking uncontrollably.