Clap! Clap! Clap!
As the words fell, applause came from the passage.
A kindly-faced middle-aged man walked out with a smile.
"What a touching display of deep bonds between fellow disciples!"
"I was wondering why I could never track down the surviving remnants of the Mountain Keepers over all these years. So it was you shielding them!"
"Now that the man is here, is there anything else you want to say?"
Looking at the enemy who had slaughtered his entire sect, Yang Zaiwei said calmly, "For the sake of all the years I spent being your dog, give me a quick death."
"And if you are willing to show great mercy, please let this useless piece of trash go."
"You have seen his strength. Even if he trained for another hundred years, he would never be your match."
"If you are unwilling to spare him, then give him a quick death as well. We were fellow disciples, after all. I do not want to watch him die too miserably."
Hearing this answer, the middle-aged man nodded with a smile. "No problem. I agree to all of those conditions. I will definitely let the two of you die a little more quickly."
"However, before you die, you still need to answer one question for me."
"Why did you pull out seven Blood Dragon Nails?"
The middle-aged man stepped on Yang Zaiwei's chest. The immense force immediately made Yang Zaiwei spit out a mouthful of blood.
Yet the pain in his body did nothing to shake Yang Zaiwei's stalled thoughts.
It took him a full two breaths before he said in confusion, "I planted the Blood Dragon Nails with my own hands. Why would I pull them out?"
"You did not pull them out?"
Hearing that answer, the middle-aged man was somewhat