Elite Forces of the White Falcon Alliance

Ma Wu took away ninety percent of the Joy Fire from Fan Bicong's body, leaving the remaining tenth to burn slowly across his back.

Qin Xiaopang looked at Fan Bicong, covered in smoke and soot, and laughed. "You're seven or eight parts cooked. By rights, I ought to eat you while you're hot, but I heard an elder is your friend. For that elder's sake, I'll let you live a little longer and take you to see him."

Having lived to this age, Fan Bicong naturally knew which elder Qin Xiaopang meant. The moment he saw Ye Jianhuang, Fan Bicong straightened his back, dropped to his knees, and shouted sternly, "Spare my life, and I'll listen to anything you say!"

Ye Jianhuang packed a bowl with tobacco leaves, gently pressing them down twice with his hand. He said to Fan Bicong, "Get me a light first!"

Fan Bicong took a box of matches from beside the bed, struck one, and lit it for Ye Jianhuang.

Ye Jianhuang took a drag. The smoke circled Fan Bicong's skull twice. "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Fan Bicong raised his head and answered loudly, "I don't want to die!"

"Then tell me first, who sent you?"

"Mo Ruhei sent me."

"Mo Ruhei?" Ye Jianhuang bit down on his Smoking Pipe and gradually recalled the man. "Shadow Cultivator Mo Ruhei, like you, became a Local Earth God more than ten years ago. Haven't the two of you advanced all these years?"

Fan Bicong showed no fear. "The territory is too remote. We couldn't gather enough popularity, and our cultivation never made much progress."

Ye Jianhuang exhaled another puff of smoke. "Even if you haven't advanced, your lifespans are still long. Why are you working for Inner State?"

"Inner State?" Fan Bicong shook