Many thoughts flashed through Xuan Jiu’s mind.
Su Yu looked at him in surprise.
A person was about to die, but he was still loyal to the heaven-hunting pavilion. What kind of magic did the heaven-hunting pavilion have to send people to their deaths?
Was such an organization that only talked about benefits worth dying for?
“The heaven-hunting pavilion let you be killed by me. What benefits did they give you? No matter how many benefits they gave you, it’s useless even if you die, right? Could it be that your family is being controlled?”
“No, I don’t have any family!”
Xuan Jiu said in a low voice, “All of this was voluntary!”
“Voluntary?”
