Plea

When Corpse Controller Venerable saw the terror on Qin Jishi's face, his savage expression grew even more ferocious.

His expression seemed to say, "Qin Jishi, do you understand now just how foolish your actions were? This is nothing but courting death."

Qin Jishi seemed to understand his words, and the terror on his face intensified as well.

"I'm saying, let's talk this over properly. Everything can be negotiated. How about this? As long as you nod now, we'll let bygones be bygones over what happened before. From now on, well water shall not offend river water. What do you say?"

Xuanyuan Batian was stunned, seemingly unable to understand why Qin Jishi's attitude had changed so quickly.

As he endured immense pressure, he glanced sideways. When he saw the resolute look on Corpse Controller Venerable's face, a bad premonition flashed through his mind.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Xuanyuan Batian became agitated.

He shook his head at Corpse Controller Venerable, looking as though he were trying to stop him.

Then he nodded at Qin Jishi, as though agreeing to his request.

Although Xuanyuan Batian was not terribly afraid of death, that did not mean he was not afraid to die.

On the contrary!

Xuanyuan Batian wanted desperately to live. He had yet to become the Clan Leader of the Xuanyuan Family, and he had yet to fulfill his convictions.

He could not die!

He could not die!

Corpse Controller Venerable turned a blind eye to Xuanyuan Batian's behavior.

He had already made up his mind. How could it possibly be changed so easily?

Qin Jishi was certain that Corpse Controller Venerable's attitude toward death was colder than anyone else's. It was clear from the way he faced death.

Xuanyuan Batian continued shaking his head while Corpse Controller Venerable stared fixedly at Qin Jishi.