The man in the black robe's crude demonstration of strength dispelled Wen Wen's doubts.
With such a disparity in strength, there was no need for the man in the black robe to deceive him.
Seeing Wen Wen surrender, the man in the black robe withdrew the sharp sword. Originally, he had intended to have a thorough conversation with Wen Wen, but now, disrupted by Wen Wen's actions, he lost the mood to chat.
"I have no reason to target you, I just wanted to discuss a few things with you."
"Mhm, please speak, I'm listening."
Wen Wen sat on the floor, looking very well-behaved, a stark contrast to his initial arrogant demeanor.
"Firstly, the crescent mark on your hand comes from an old friend of mine, so I hope you can show her some respect."
"Although she probably doesn't remember me, if by any chance she does, tell her…"
"I'm already dead."
Wen Wen scratched his head, realizing the breathtaking woman under the moon was this man's old lover.
