“My request is very simple. The Dark Ice sect will seal the mountain for fifty years!”Jiang Fei said.
“No problem. Sage Lord, do you have any other requests?”The Dark Ice sect master asked. Fifty years might be more than half a lifetime for an ordinary person. However, for cultivators, it was just a snap of the fingers.
“And that’s him!”Jiang Fei extended his hand and pointed at Huang Wenbing.
“Leader, I...”Huang Wenbing was so scared that he took a few steps back.
“Sage Lord, do you really have to kill him?”asked the leader of the mysterious ice sect.
“There’s no need to kill him. However, I need you to cripple his cultivation!”Said Jiang Fei. He was doing this for the sake of the primordial sword sect.
“This...”the leader of the mysterious ice sect frowned. Although crippling Huang Wenbing could save the entire sect, as the leader of the sect, once he did something like betraying the sect in exchange for his life, his prestige would be completely destroyed.
