The green-robed young man crashed onto the deck of the Immortal Boat with a dull thud, his entire body curling into a ball as he trembled uncontrollably.
Sensing the crisis of death descending upon him, the green-robed young man abruptly raised his head, his face full of terror and pleading.
He saw Cheng Lie's face—the face he had once beaten into a wretched mess—now looking down at him from above, eyes carrying unconcealed hatred and chill.
His survival instinct made him cast aside every scrap of dignity. He hurriedly raised one hand, his voice breaking into sobs as he begged bitterly, "Don't... don't kill me! I'm willing to offer you all my Storage Rings! All my Ling Yu, pills, cultivation methods—whatever you want, I'll give it all to you! Please spare my life!"
"Spare your life?"
Cheng Lie lowered his head and looked at the green-robed young man at his feet, shivering and streaming with snot and tears. His brows furrowed slightly as he fell into a brief silence.
His mind weighed things at lightning speed—if he killed this Five Peaks Sword Sect disciple today, he would have tied an irreconcilable, deathless grudge with the Five Peaks Sword Sect.
Once he was hunted by this colossus of a sect, with his status as a rogue cultivator, trying to gain a foothold in Azure Billow Central Province in the future would likely be as hard as climbing to the heavens.
But then he thought again. Ning Jin had braved a sky-high risk to stand up for him and personally capture his enemy before him. This brotherly loyalty was heavier than mountains.
If he spared this man because of cowardice, not only would he chill Ning Jin's painstaking effort, he would also be unworthy of the oath they had sworn back then