"But it doesn't matter anymore, Master disappeared without a trace and has yet to return; now only Red Robe remains by my side," he said. "Brother, do whatever you want."
As he spoke, the Red Robe Daoist waved his hand, releasing a mysterious and slightly decaying aura from his palm, which gently shook the ropes binding everyone.
"Brother, which mortal do you want for refining pills?"
The Red Robe Daoist, with eyes gleaming like ghost flames, looked towards Cheng Guang.
Feeling intimidated under the Red Robe Daoist's gaze, Cheng Guang managed a stiff smile and pointed at Qin Yanqiu.
"That one."
For now, he had to rescue Qin Yanqiu.
He couldn't be concerned with the life or death of the others.
Though the Red Robe Daoist had agreed to let him take a few mortals out, that didn't mean he placed no value on these mortals.
Everyone here was potential fuel for his future needs; he couldn't allow Cheng Guang to take people away indiscriminately.
