Upon hearing Fu Qingping's words, Wanyan Second Master's expression immediately turned cold, and he gritted his teeth, "Are you not afraid of death?"
Fu Qingping's face was calm as he replied, "Of course, Mr. Fu fears death, but I fear being a slave to others even more. If I've lost freedom and dignity, then what's the point of living even if I survive?"
His words instantly resonated with the crowd on Ye Qing's side, causing them to cheer loudly. Fu Qingping's words also expressed the sentiment of the crowd.
Wanyan Second Master's face was extremely ugly, he took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice, "If that's the case, I'll fulfill your wish. Fu Qingping, next year on this day, will be your memorial day!"
As he spoke, Wanyan Second Master forcefully slapped the Blood Coffin as if he was commanding the Corpse Ghost Dragon inside.
