Cold sweat ran from Zhao QiMing's temples down to his chin.
He had thought he had found someone powerful to rely on and would be able to survive. He had never expected an accident in the end.
It seemed Heaven wanted him dead.
"Uncle Zhao, you don't need to be nervous. My lord is so handsome—he definitely isn't a bad person." Qin Ruoxi spoke softly, her large eyes brimming with innocence.
Zhao QiMing smiled bitterly inwardly. Miss was still too young, far too naive. Since when did being good-looking mean someone could not be a bad person?
Zhao QiMing waited for death.
Jiang Ping An remained calm, quietly eating roasted meat without any intention of making a move.
"I don't need any inheritance or repayment. Helping you was merely a matter of convenience. If you burden me, I won't help."
Jiang Ping An had no interest in the Dragon Race inheritance.
Leaving aside whether the Dragon Race inheritance in their hands belonged to a high-level Dragon Race powerhouse, even if it did, he would not make a move to seize it.
Jiang Ping An was no good man, and his hands were stained with heavy slaughter, but he would not actively rob others of their belongings.
The principle he believed in was: if others did not offend him, he would not offend them.
Seeing that the other party did nothing, Zhao QiMing began to suspect that this senior was putting on an act.
But he immediately dismissed the thought.
If an Earth Immortal wanted to crush them to death and take the inheritance, it would be no more than a thought. Why would he need to pretend?
It seemed this senior truly possessed good character.
However, this senior was so indifferent only because he surely believed it was an ordinary