People were strange creatures sometimes. When Lei Dong had first asked the three of them to surrender, they had wavered, but still dragged their feet, reluctant to agree. Yet when he said he only wanted to take one of them and would kill the other two outright, their resolve crumbled. None wanted to be among the two cast aside. They all switched from attacking to defending and sent messages to Black Iron Tower.
Black Iron Tower was troubled too. He hadn't expected Lei Dong to make him choose. Hearing the three Golden Core Cultivators plead and beg, he was at a loss, and called out with an awkward laugh, "Boss, how am I supposed to choose?" He wanted to pick the one he got along with best, but worried Lei Dong might take it the wrong way, so he hesitated.
"Pick the one you're closest to, the one you get along with best." Seeing the three Golden Core Cultivators turn pale and frantic, Lei Dong knew his plan had worked. He had Black Iron Tower choose a friend for two reasons. First, birds of a feather flocked together. Second, it was a favor to Black Iron Tower.
Sure enough, gratitude flashed through Black Iron Tower's eyes. He hurriedly called to one of the three Golden Core Cultivators, "Old Han, what are you waiting for? Do you think I'd lie to you? Come over here!"
The cultivator surnamed Han was a burly man with a scruffy beard. At Black Iron Tower's words, he didn't hesitate any longer. He cast an escape art, light flaring around him as he rushed toward Black Iron Tower. The two Golden Core Cultivators who had been left out turned deathly pale. Losing control of themselves, they roared, "Black Iron Tower! Han Chao! You dare betray the