Nevertheless, all the sorrowful implores and incensed roars were of no help.

Sitting in the chair, Yingshan Snow-eagle had his eyes half-closed to rest his mind. The futile struggles and desperate howls of the weak that flew to his ears did not inspire his compassion. Instead, to him, they sounded like a piece of wonderful, intoxicating melody.

"Dear Jing, don't blame Young Master Li... In my next life, I hope I could still be your wife." At the last moment of her ...