"Who I am isn't important. Qiu Santong, I was entrusted by Zhao to relay a message to your alliance," Zhao Sheng spoke openly without fear, his face full of smiles.
"What? What did you say?" The short-bearded elder's face changed drastically, anxiously asking, "Where is Master Qiu? Could it be that the master has already escaped from the Divine Prison?"
Zhao Sheng shook his head regretfully, "He's dead! However, he honored his obligations. Zhao will deliver the message..."
"What message?"
"The old man said there's no need to rescue him anymore, because he is already dead."
"..."
Upon hearing this, the short-bearded elder's face turned crimson, and his beard and hair stood on end in anger.
"I take my leave!"
Zhao Sheng cupped his fists, then turned and walked away.
"Hold on!" the elder shouted explosively, Wind Blades flying furiously, sealing the doorway in an instant.
