"I heard from Wusheng that your mastery of the Sweet Dew Art is exceptionally profound—even those on the brink of death from grievous wounds can be brought back to life by you..."
The black-robed man smiled arrogantly. Staring at Chen Changming, he said with immense authority, "If you are willing to submit to me, I can spare your life. At the same time, I will grant you endless resources in pills to aid your cultivation. What do you say?"
"Submit to you?"
Chen Changming laughed.
So this fellow had his eye on the Sweet Dew Art as well?
"You are a disciple of the Medicine Sect, while Holy Mother Wusheng comes from the Black Lotus Sect. It must be said that the two of you are natural opponents of the Great Qin Immortal Alliance!"
Chen Changming licked his lips, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Actually, I'm like you—I also have a grudge against the Great Qin Immortal Alliance... Right now, I have a proposal. How about you submit to me instead? Then I'll lead you against the Great Qin Immortal Alliance!"
"What? You have a grudge against the Great Qin Immortal Alliance? You—aren't you one of the Great Qin Immortal Alliance's people?"
The black-robed man was deeply shocked. He glanced at Holy Mother Wusheng and found that she, too, was staring dumbfoundedly.
What kind of person was this, to dare make an enemy of the Great Qin Immortal Alliance just like them?
"My lord, this man may be deliberately stalling for time, waiting for the Great Qin Immortal Alliance's people to arrive."
Remembering the grudge from when she had been blasted apart in the past, Holy Mother Wusheng could not help but remind him in a low voice.
The black-robed man's expression turned stern. "Mm, fair enough. Then I'll deal