Zhu Zhuqing slapped him across the forehead.
"Where did this coward come from? President Li has to tell us what Beast Spirit Mountain is before we can know how to help you, right?"
"You haven't said a word and are just causing trouble here. How is anyone supposed to help you?"
Zhu Zhuqing's two sentences left the other party utterly speechless.
He pointed at Zhu Zhuqing for a long time, stammering without managing to say a single word.
"Fine, fine. Can you really help me? If you can, I can give you some clues. Otherwise, get out of here. I don't want to have another corpse to clean up."
Everyone present froze.
They stared blankly at the man before them.
"I was once Huang Ming, the chief disciple of Beast Spirit Mountain. We could have lived properly, cultivating according to the rules, but the sect master insisted on dabbling in those crooked arts. In the end, all of Beast Spirit Mountain was sacrificed to the Demon Saint."
"The life force of every living being on our mountain is held in the Demon Saint's hands. If he is pleased and grants us some life force, we can live like normal people."
"But if he is displeased, he only needs to move a finger to strip away our life force again. Then we become walking corpses, not even fit to be called human."
"Our spirit rings may appear to all be Ten Thousand Year Spirit Rings, but most of them were created by injecting our own life force into magical beasts, forcibly increasing their age. Behind that seeming glory lies an abyss of horror."
Everyone sucked in a cold breath.
They looked at Huang Ming with sympathy, but also with deep wariness.
"We should leave. This place is far too dangerous. One