"Great Immortal, please spare my life, Great Immortal, please spare my life!"
He was quivering on the ground like a sieve. In this bitter cold, he should have been at home, warming by the fire and eating meat, waiting for the group of disabled to return with the money they had begged for. But out of nowhere, that command had sent a huge tremor through his soul, and without realizing it, he had rolled out here by himself.
Hearing these words, Song Yin's pupils burned with even greater fury. Grinding his teeth, he nearly spat out his words through clenched teeth, "Are you with the Life Harvesting Sect?"
The mortal, struggling to contain his shaking body, lifted his head to offer a fawning smile:
"Yes, no, not exactly, Great Immortal. It's the Great Immortals of the Life Harvesting Sect who entrusted me with this task in this city, to look after these children."
Only then did the mortal turn his head to look back, and upon seeing, he let out a faint "Huh?"
