Qilin again gave Wang Daichao a beating, leaving him rolling on the ground, constantly begging for mercy.
Song Yun raised his hand slightly: "Alright, you can stop now."
Qilin stopped and said to Song Yun, "Brother Song Yun, can I leave now?"
"You can."
Song Yun nodded, answering very straightforwardly.
Qilin paused, feeling something was off. There was definitely a deep enmity between him and Song Yun, so why was he being released so easily?
Despite the doubt in his heart, Qilin didn't ponder further.
If he didn't leave now, it would be too late later.
"Thank you, Brother Song Yun, thank you. When you return to the capital, I will definitely set up a few tables, and we can drink together."
Qilin, with a grin, expressed his gratitude and quickly walked towards the door.
Wang Daichao curled up in the corner, crying: "Why, why is he fine but I have to take a beating?"
