"Fellow Daoist Lu, it is better to dissolve enmity than forge it. Whatever demands you have, state them freely. If Zong can meet them, I will not haggle." After a moment, Zong Shenliang composed himself and spoke slowly.
"My demands?" Lu Ye's expression turned strange.
Zong Shenliang said, "You captured me without killing me. Wasn't it precisely because you intended to use this Clone of mine as a hostage to negotiate with my main body? So, you may state your demands now."
If possible, he still wanted to preserve this Dao Body of his.
Lu Ye gave a derisive laugh and slowly shook his head. "You're overthinking it."
He stepped forward, stopped before Zong Shenliang, and raised a hand toward his head.
Zong Shenliang's eyes widened. Had I guessed wrong? Is this fellow really going to kill me? But if so, he could have done it earlier. Why go through all this trouble?
Yet when Lu Ye's large hand came down, he felt no force at all, not even the slightest killing intent.
Only dense blue-black qi descended from above, enveloping him entirely!
Zong Shenliang's expression changed. "What are you doing?!"
Though he did not know what that blue-black qi was, he instinctively sensed danger. Power surged through his body as he tried to struggle free.
But as Lu Ye pressed down forcefully, Zong Shenliang was pinned in place, unable to move.
"It'll be over soon. Don't move around," Lu Ye's soft voice entered his ears.
A wave of humiliation rose in Zong Shenliang's heart. Since becoming one of the Top Ten City Lords, how many years had it been since anyone had treated him this way? Even before Ba Qiu, he would have possessed the courage and qualifications to fight. Yet now, as merely a Clone, he was being