Juliusun's face darkened. He looked angry, but in truth, he was out of options.
Seeing Ni Huang step forward to persuade him, he readily took the offered way out. Forcing down the frustration in his heart, he said to Zhao Cheng in a deep voice, "For the sake of your status as a secular lord, and the human providence you bear, I will spare your life this time."
"But the disciples of our Chan Sect must be taken away today!"
As soon as the words fell, he swept his gaze over the disciples surrounding them. His eyes finally landed on Ji Ying, who had yet to recover his wits. With a reach of his hand, he hauled Ji Ying before him.
Ji Ying's heart skipped a beat, and he was completely dumbfounded. No, the mental restriction hasn't been removed yet. We're leaving just like that?
How about trying someone else instead?
He opened his mouth, intending to remind Juliusun, but swallowed the words before they could leave his lips.
What if his martial uncle had some way to forcibly suppress the restriction?
Anything was better than staying in Wu'an City as forced labor.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Zhao Cheng grinned from across the way, flashing a mouthful of white teeth. His tone carried undisguised killing intent. "You won't be taking anyone away. If you don't believe me, go ahead and try."
Those words were like a spark, instantly igniting the fury Juliusun had been holding back.
He was already irritated by the backlash of the killing tribulation, and Zhao Cheng had provoked him time and again. Now, he could no longer restrain himself. The rage in his chest churned like a volcano. "Must you really drive things to the bitter end?"
Zhao Cheng did not