His complexion turned a shade paler.
With a thud,
he knelt on the ground, gritting his teeth and said, "Kun Jiao, I have seen both Ascendant Masters!"
Just when he was about to lift his head, a voice of casual conversation reached his ears.
"Friend, this is the explanation I owe you."
The voice seemed to whisper in his ear.
But when he listened again, he felt utterly lost.
Kun Jiao only saw a decapitated corpse, kneeling on the white jade floor tiles.
A fine head had rolled around four or five times in the great hall, spinning wildly.
Luo Chen looked at Wu Qi with a smirk that was not quite a smile.
"Is that it?"
Wu Qi calmly responded, "He who tried to manipulate me with sycophantic words is the very man I killed, an act well justified by the circumstances. Of course, perhaps Friend, you still have some dissatisfaction. Well then..."
As he spoke, he beckoned with his hand.
Two bags tied around Kun Jiao's waist flew towards him.
