Zhan Yun resisted the urge to throw Qi Ziyuan to his death and slowly put him down, while calming his own emotions, "Speak, what exactly is going on?"
At that moment, Qi Ziyuan slowly opened his eyes, shaking his head slightly, "It's just some old stories from the past, I've only heard about them vaguely."
"I told you to speak!" Zhan Yun roared.
Qi Ziyuan eyed Zhan Yun, then suddenly sighed and said something inexplicable, "If only I had the abilities of Daoist Xing Yang."
Zhan Yun frowned, "What do you mean by that?"
Qi Ziyuan said with self-mockery, "I don't wish to share these matters with you for no reason. Many things, I can keep to myself. But, when I feel that I've already stepped one foot into the door of death, I suddenly realize that there's something very important I want to do."
Zhan Yun understood that Qi Ziyuan was asking him to agree to a request before he would be willing to reveal everything.
