Watching Huo Hong's departing figure, although Zhong Lin's face remained expressionless, his fists were tightly clenched inside his sleeves.
The second time.
This was the second time he felt a sense of powerlessness, as if his life and death were in someone else's hands.
Zhong Lin really disliked this feeling. Both times he was lucky enough to have someone help, but could he be this fortunate every time? What about next time?
Would he be so lucky to have someone rescue him next time?
At this moment, Zhong Lin's heart was filled with an infinite longing for power.
Taking a deep breath to calm the disturbance in his heart, Zhong Lin cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Prince, for your rescue. Zhong Lin is immensely grateful."
Yu Chi fixed his eyes intently on Zhong Lin, a flash of gold in his gaze, as if wanting to see through him.
