Qin Feng's words seemed to be filled with endless temptation, "Brother Zhuo, one only has one life, and only by surviving can one have the chance to obtain everything you desire.
Only by surviving can one become stronger, and when you are strong, you can acquire even more.
If you manage to become a Sword Immortal, or even the most powerful entity in your Taiyi Mountain, what would it matter if people learned about today's events? They would be too busy trying to ingratiate themselves with you to dare speak ill of you behind your back, right?
Even if you possessed enough strength, as long as you killed Sister Li and me, nobody would ever know about today's incident."
Zhuo Feifan's heart was pounding, but he quickly said, "How could that be? My cultivation is far inferior to Daoist Fellow Li's; how could I possibly kill you both?"
