"No, I don't want to die. Please... don't kill me...."
The last surviving Southern Barbarian Spirit Practitioner actually feared death and begged Ye Zhen for mercy, a rare sight that somewhat surprised him.
Such situations were uncommon. However, Southern Barbarian Spirit Practitioners were human too, perhaps, sometimes they just didn't have the chance to plead before they perished.
An idea struck him, just as Ye Zhen was about to relax his fingers on the bowstring, he suddenly tightened his grip.
"You don't want to die... then you owe me a reason not to kill you."
Ye Zhen spoke softly but sternly, making the Southern Barbarian Spirit Practitioner panic as if he were hearing a soul-reaping demon sound.
"I... all my... all my wealth, I give it to you... here, and a Low Grade Artifact I snatched..." The Southern Barbarian Spirit Practitioner completely panicked, as if he was ready to bare his heart to Ye Zhen in exchange for his life.
"Your wealth, huh!"
