The Buzhou Wind had advanced. The killing intent it merely scattered was enough to make Ji Shaoqing, who had been still for so long, open his eyes again!
But his eyes were now an icy, shadowed blue, clearly already eroded by the killing intent.
And the body that had seemed to have no strength left began to tremble, caught in some final struggle.
"Wait!" Gu Huaixin couldn't help speaking up.
Jiang Wang looked at him, waiting to see what he wanted to say.
"Jiang... Wang." For a True Person of his stature, speaking gently to a junior was no easy thing.
But the one lying on End of the World Terrace was the personal disciple he valued most.
He realized that if this icily ruthless spike pinned Ji Shaoqing, the life it snuffed out would no longer be confined to his body. Ji Shaoqing, utterly powerless to resist, would surely die in both body and soul. All the means of resurrection he had prepared would be useless.
He had been waiting for Ji Shaoqing to "die," but he hadn't been ready to face Ji Shaoqing's true death!
This mighty Current Era True Lord struggled to speak. "Spare Ji Shaoqing. I'll make him kowtow and apologize to you, and have him keep vigil over Zhu Biqiong. Whatever compensation you want, we can discuss it. And you—you can receive the... gratitude of a Current Era True Lord."
In the end, he had used the word "gratitude."
"Gratitude" for an Inner Palace cultivator.
He truly valued Ji Shaoqing. He had treated this disciple so well, almost no differently from his own son.
He was even willing to set aside the dignity of a Current Era True Lord for him!
How much was the gratitude of a Current Era True Lord worth?
But Jiang