"Dead... dead?"
Wu Qiong's face turned pale with fear, and his voice trembled as he repeatedly bowed and spoke.
"Senior, please leave quickly. I, I, I... will also pack up."
His father had been a cultivator, and even without a Spirit Root, he was very knowledgeable about cultivator methods. Offending the Mount Qi Wu Deity meant that even death would be difficult to achieve, as one's soul could be extracted and tormented inside a Magic Artifact for hundreds of years.
Zhou Yi asked, "Where do you plan to flee to?"
"To sea."
Suppressing the fear in his heart, Wu Qiong said, "My father liked to fish and found several small islands in the Eastern Sea, leaving behind a number of things for his descendants to use in times of crisis."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly, reassuring him.
"There's no need for trouble. Since I have caused this situation, I will take care of the consequences. It's just the Mount Qi Wu Deity!"
"Senior, could you be a Nascent Soul Ancestor?"
