A Dispatch

The two people in the tent had been staring at each other for a long time.

If it were an hour ago, then Gu Shenwei would have declined without any hesitation. But now, when he looked at those green eyes and that determined face, his will wavered.

Rejection of any form would be a huge blow to Tie Linglong at this moment. She had taken Chu Nanping's choosing swordsmanship over her as a personal humiliation. If she failed to find comfort from the Dragon King, nobody knew what she would do next.

Gu Shenwei hoped that this silence would continue, and that Tie Linglong would not make the next move.