Mottled sunlight barely pierced through the gradually closing sandstorm, falling upon the cliff top.
Staring at the approaching fair and slender hand, Mu Xingyi met the glaring golden pupil for an instant and spoke in a soft voice:
"Miss, what do you mean by this?"
The palace-dressed young girl tilted her head in thought and laughingly said in a sweet voice:
"Was I not clear enough? This transaction was made between you and him, but I am the owner of the item being traded. As someone with principles, you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"
Mu Xingyi looked at the smiling girl before him and after a short silence, said:
"The fault lies with me, but I had no other choice."
The palace-dressed girl raised an eyebrow, her voice drawn out:
"Choice?"
A flicker of conflict passed through Mu Xingyi's eyes as he said in a low voice:
