With Bai Shuchuan tied together with Qiao Wugong, he watched helplessly as his uncle in front of him turned into a dried corpse, almost scared witless. Despite exerting all his mana, he couldn't break free, and even carved bloody wounds on himself.
Strangely, he sensed his own blood energy surging, felt life slipping away from his wounds. Glancing over, he saw a blood mist drifting from his wounds toward the blade stuck in his uncle, frightening him to his core, his teeth chattering as he stammered, "Shi Chun, Brother Chun, everything is negotiable, any terms can be discussed..."
Shi Chun gave him a sidelong glance. Before killing Qiao Wugong, perhaps negotiation was possible, but with the deed done, what was there to talk about? Though confident now, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could challenge the largest sect in Sheng Province.
