At this moment, Su Cheng'en, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly stretched out his hands and shouted loudly, "Stop! Stop!"
Ling Gengqiu stopped in his tracks, staring directly at the other person, with a hint of wariness still in his eyes. He was well aware of Su Cheng'en's character—cunning and calculating—and to avoid being deceived, it's better to be cautious.
"Ling Gengqiu..." Supporting himself with the wall, Su Cheng'en slowly stood up, gasping for breath, "I... surrender... spare my life, and from now on, I won't appear in front of you again."
"If you were me, would you spare me?" Ling Gengqiu said expressionlessly, "I think you definitely wouldn't. Letting you go is like releasing a tiger back to the mountain. As for your promise... hmph! What do you have that I can believe in?"
"The grudge between us is just over a woman who has been dead for so many years. What's the point? Continuing to fight like this is completely meaningless."
