Zhe Huali looked at Qin Mu walking over and tried his best to stand up straight. He raised his hand and said, "Cult Master Qin, please!"
Qin Mu was puzzled. "What?"
Zhe Huali had a serious expression. "To be able to die under Cult Master's sword is way better than dying at the hands of Prince Qiu Ming. I have no complaints if I die by your hands."
Qin Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head and said, "Zhe Huali, you are mistaken."
Zhe Huali had a blank look on his face.
"I'm not here to kill you. In fact, it would be very troublesome for me if you die here."
