But the world so rarely turned as people wish.
His hesitation faded and he gripped the spiky twig, a cow skin whip wrapped around jujube plant's spiky branch. The spikes cut into Helian Zheng's palm and his blood dripped down to the floor.
He paid no mind to the pain, grabbing Blue Bear Patriarch Hotega by the arm with his other hand and leading him out of the door, parting the stunned people before him.
Feng Zhiwei stepped in front of him, blocking his way. "Turn back. There is no reason to suffer for a vain name, queen or not is of no importance."
Helian Zheng swept her aside, smiling down at her. "I have never sacrificed for you, you should at least give me the chance."