"So, have you made your decision?"
Zhuo Yang asked, smiling slightly.
He believed that Shi Xiaole was a smart man who would make the right choice.
Wang Yuwei and the others were also watching Shi Xiaole, secretly channeling their strength, ready for a desperate fight at any moment.
If the opponent chose to surrender, they would naturally be spared. However, their own fate would be uncertain.
"I am used to living freely and don't fancy joining any powers. Instead, would you be interested in taking a position if I start my own sect in the future?"
Shi Xiaole replied.
"If you insist on courting death, I will grant your wish."
Without a smile, Zhuo Yang's face was serious as he drew a knife from his belt and aimed at Shi Xiaole. With a wave of the knife, its golden aura magnified tenfold, seemingly cutting the black void in half.
"Retreat quickly!"
The masters of Heavenly Wood Fortress quickly pulled back their young masters and misses.
