He had long since become a cripple, devoid of any power to resist, and his life's countdown had already begun, likely not long before death would claim him.
All he could do was to despairingly lie on the ground, waiting for the disciple of the Demon Head to pass the final judgment upon him, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
One thought consumed his heart: why had he opposed the Demon Head? He had given so much, so why had he become the Demon Head's lucky star in the end?
Absurd! Utterly absurd!
If this were to spread, he feared the whole world would laugh at him, and he would become the biggest joke of the entire Incense Sect.
Forget becoming an elder, he might as well not even dream of becoming the most contemptible slave.
He pondered, hesitated, and was lost in confusion, not knowing what to do, when suddenly he heard a series of moaning sounds by his ear.
Sticky, pleasant, melodious...
