"Brother, where's that bad old man?"
Jiang Ming tilted her little head, looking a little confused.
Jiang Fan collected his thoughts, looked down at her, and said gently,
"That old man? He's already been driven off!"
"He can't bully us anymore!"
Jiang Ming pressed on.
"Did you drive him away?"
Jiang Fan gazed toward the sky, his expression complicated.
"No."
"It was a very powerful senior."
"He helped us."
"We should thank him."
Heard this, Jiang Ming's little face immediately blossomed into a radiant smile.
"Mm-hmm!"
After soothing Jiang Ming, Jiang Fan slowly turned around, his gaze falling on the Yuanchu Holy Master amid the rubble at the Rock Wall not far away.
The Yuanchu Holy Master no longer had his previous arrogant bearing.
He had already been injured during his battle with Jiang Fan.
The aftershocks from the earth-shattering battle between the Void Realm Old Ancestor and Jiang Ming's true form had worsened his grievous injuries.
Not only was his black robe embroidered with gold in tatters and covered in dust and blood, but his chest was caved in, and his aura had weakened to the extreme.
"Jiang... Jiang Fan..."
Seeing Jiang Fan's cold gaze, the Yuanchu Holy Master trembled all over.
"Spare... spare me!"
Under the shadow of death, his voice was hoarse and filled with terror and pleading.
"There was never any deep hatred between us!"
"Please spare my life, considering how not easy my cultivation has been!"
"I... I'm willing to trade half of the Holy Land's treasures..."
"And swear upon the Heavenly Dao that from this day onward, I will never be your enemy again..."
He spoke incoherently, wanting only to seize any possible lifeline.
The dignity of a Holy Master and the pride of a millennium-old cultivator had become a joke in the face