Qiu Shan went on and on, boasting about his advantages as if they were heaven-defying. He stopped just short of saying that killing him would be Si Teng's loss!
But Si Teng remained unmoved, her eyes cold and deep as an abyss, without the slightest trace of warmth.
Qiu Shan had grown more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, but seeing this, his originally high-pitched voice gradually lowered until, by the end, it was barely audible.
After a while, he decisively changed the subject and began playing the sympathy card:
"Si Teng, in all the years we've known each other, I've never asked you for anything. I'm begging you now—spare my life."
He said this,
while lowering his head and adopting a humble, pleading posture.
His appearance in the eyes of Yan Fu Rui and the others completely shattered their worldview!
What did I just hear? The person in front of me is my Master, Qiu Shan?!
Yan Fu Rui felt as though he had been struck by lightning. My Master is actually this young! Did he become like this using the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead? And he raised this Karmic race, Si Teng? To cling to life, he actually humbled himself and shamelessly begged Si Teng for mercy?
Boom! Qiu Shan's imposing, tall, and mighty image as a master suddenly collapsed into dust in Yan Fu Rui's heart.
The others were doing somewhat better.
They had only heard of Qiu Shan's reputation. Although they did not dare agree with his actions, they could somewhat empathize with him.
After all, they had now ended up in the same situation as Qiu Shan.
Qiu Shan had begged for mercy and failed to obtain it.
What about them?
Bai Jin, Master Cang Hong, and the others exchanged glances, their hearts turning cold. They