"Tch."
Ji Jue had nothing to say.
As expected, the older this old geezer got, the craftier he became—not to mention that he was a master artisan whose status in the Deepdark lineage was as exalted as a Grandmaster. With one glance, he had seen through everything more accurately than a dox!
Given the circumstances, Ji Jue could not even be bothered to resist.
Glancing at the Old Bastard's monocle, he sprawled flat on the ground. "Just kill me!"
"What a waste that would be."
Jianyuan said, "Better to make use of waste. It would still count as the proper path of Embers."
To be fair, that was true.
To Embers, every part of a Chosen One was a treasure.
For a Stagnant Rot old bastard like Jianyuan, moral boundaries were even less worth mentioning.
Flesh, bones, and soul aside, Miraculous Hands and Primacy of Spirit were both rare commodities. Not to mention the out-of-print Non-Aggression.
Killing him with one stroke would be far too wasteful.
Just as Ji Jue was preparing to make a desperate last stand, Jianyuan waved a hand. A huge pile of materials immediately came clattering down from mid-air like rain, burying him beneath it.
Only his upturned head remained exposed.
He was dumbfounded.
Jianyuan pointed at the furnace. "Process all of these before the deadline."
Process them?
Ji Jue was almost laughing angrily. Process my ass!
I came here as an undercover agent. Fine, death is death—but you fucking expect me to work for you too?!
Dream on!
Ji Jue snorted coldly. "What if I refuse?"
Bang!
He flew backward.
Without warning or indication, Spiritual Substance intertwined in mid-air, circuits overlapping as they turned into a nail that pierced his throat and pinned him to the ground.
Then it vanished without a trace.
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