Lu Ye was somewhat puzzled. Why was such a powerful expert fixated on his Dao Soldier? Could it be that he had recognized Fang as a member of the Weapon Race?
But considering that Qin Feng had recognized it before, it was not impossible.
Yet even if he had recognized it, he should not have entertained any thought of seizing it. The Weapon Race did not acknowledge masters so casually; even if he truly took Fang away, he would not be able to wield much of its power.
As all sorts of thoughts raced through Lu Ye's mind, Ba Qiu had already shifted his gaze away. He continued staring ahead, his eyes empty and vacant, as though none of the myriad things in this world could be reflected within them.
Then a deep, solemn voice rang out. "No one may run wild in my Uniting Dao City! The two of you—one lives, one dies. Who wishes to live, and who wishes to die?"
As Ba Qiu spoke, one hand still supported his chin. His tone was bland, his expression impassive, yet his authority brooked no objection.
The moment those words fell, Perrin panicked. He had not acted wildly in the slightest; he had clearly been captured and brought here, yet now he was suddenly faced with a choice between life and death.
He had not been Lu Ye's match to begin with. Now, facing an expert like Ba Qiu, he knew that a single misstep could condemn him to eternal damnation.
Forcing himself to calm down, he slowly said, "Senior, this junior truly only passed through this place by chance. I absolutely had no intention of showing you the slightest disrespect!"
As he spoke, he watched Ba Qiu's expression, only to see that Ba Qiu remained utterly unmoved. Gritting his