Desperate, Berte was truly desperate, his face an odd mismatch of colors. If it hadn't been for the interest he harbored in the words out of Yang Zhen's mouth, he probably would have drawn his sword and attacked by now.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath and said seriously to Berte, "Don't be hasty, I'm doing this for your own good. Looking at you, you must be disciples of the Great Desolation's heritage, right? May I ask which Sacred Land you hail from?"
Berte snorted coldly, his face again adopting a proud demeanor, while Qi Yunling chuckled and said, "We are disciples of the Aurora Sanctuary from East State. Those strong individuals who died under the Reincarnation Clock that Iron Bull mentioned…"
