Chapter 295
Chi Lei stared at the ragged man before him, struggling to make sense of his origins.
The man stood over seven-feet tall, wearing a tattered gray robe. His hair was knotted and his beard stubbly, presenting a thoroughly disheveled image. Despite being trapped in a wooden cage, there was an otherworldly quality about him that commanded respect.
In the chaos of the recent battle, Chi Lei actually hadn't noticed this man.
"Who is this fellow?" Chi Lei asked Yin Wanliang.
"Oh, he's our captive. We're planning to ransom him."
What the hell? He's just a captive? For a moment, I thought he was some sage or something. Chi Lei shouted in frustration. They're treating me like a fool.
"I'm going to kill him." Chi Lei drew his scimitar.
Cheng Dalei looked up at the sky, casually advising, "I suggest you leave us be. If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your life."
