Zhuo Junyue got up and opened the door. Once the door was opened, the old man bowed to Zhuo Junyue and came over to Feng Jiu. He knelt down with a thud and his voice trembled, old and helplessly: "Young Master, I beg you to save us Young Master."
Upon seeing this, the three of them in the room were silent.
Sage Hun Yuan glanced at the old man. The old man was of Immortal Sacred level strength. Amongst the black-clothed men tonight, there were some at Immortal Sacred level strength. However, what surprised him was that the old man's eyesight was so good that he could tell that out of the three of them, Feng Jiu's strength was the strongest.
Feng Jiu leaned back with a leisurely expression on her face. She played with the cup in her hand and asked casually: "Aren't you still alive and well? Why do you need us to save your life?"
