Huang Gu locked eyes with Ning Fan, and seeing the chilling murderous intent within, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Swallowing hard, he said with a quivering voice, "Fellow Daoist, I did not wish for this to happen. As you know, the Flying Immortal Sect is issuing a warrant for your arrest, and they have given us a deadly order. I'm just part of a lower-ranked sect; I have no right to resist."
Extreme fear twisted his face, and as a sect master, he was now shaking all over, his eyes filled with terror.
"Is that so? But what you did to my friend, how do you expect me to forgive you?"
Ning Fan's brows furrowed, his gaze exceedingly cold.
"Give you a choice now, either submit to me or go to your death willingly."
Having no real choice, Huang Gu didn't hesitate to kowtow in submission.
Ning Fan also infused a stream of Spiritual Power into his body, knowing well that Huang Gu, on his own, would definitely be incapable of dissolving it.
