Zhu Qu stared at Mo Wuji blankly. In his mind, the one that should have turned to dust should be Mo Wuji, and not his Zhu Clan ancestor Zhu Yin.
When Mo Wuji's gaze landed on him, a deep sense of fear rushed into his heart.
Even though he had been hunted by Mo Wuji in Zhen Xing, he had never desired Mo Wuji. This was because he knew that Mo Wuji couldn't kill him.
Today, when he was truly staring death in its face, he finally realized that death was something that he couldn't accept.
"Brother Mo, as long as you let me go this once, I'm willing to offer my soul imprint…" Zhu Qu quickly knew that he needed to make a decision in the shortest time possible. At this point, how could he still care that Mo Wuji had previously destroyed his Broken Sect? Or even that Mo Wuji had killed his Broken Dao's Zhu Clan ancestor?
Mo Wuji said indifferently, "Your soul imprint. I really don't find it amazing…"
