Ang Pagkatao ni Xiang-ge

Even though Zheng Yang did not want to make a move, he knew his junior's temperament too well. She was not so heartless as to allow Xiang-ge to really kill Su Feifei, but she would only step in at the very last moment.

Even though he no longer felt the passion that he once had for the young lady before him, he could not stand to watch her suffering right before his eyes.

Zheng Yang's arrival was like a final ray of hope for Su Feifei. Clutching tightly onto that ray of hope, she desperately cried, "Zheng Yang, save me!"

"Don't worry!"

With a wave of his hand, the energy that Xiang-ge had wrapped around Su Feifei immediately dissipated.

"Who are you?" Xiang-ge asked with narrowed eyes.

He only had an incense's time left. If he did not quickly find someone to transfuse blood to him, he might just lose his life.