"You three possess a total of 140,000 jin of Netherworld Sand!" Song Wen's eyes lit up slightly, his face full of satisfaction. "Excellent. You have helped me greatly, and I am not one to repay kindness with enmity. I shall let you die a little more swiftly."
Upon hearing the first half of his words, Wen Hua and the other two had thought they might narrowly escape with their lives. But the final few words plunged them back into despair.
They still wanted to beg for mercy, but the Blood Tide surging from beneath Song Wen's feet swallowed them whole. They never made another sound.
"Young Master Guan Liang, now it is your turn. Have you thought of Fan Kang's weakness? Otherwise, I can only let you have a proper taste of the methods we evil cultivators use to torment people."
Guan Liang watched as the Blood Tide gradually flowed back into Song Wen's body while Wen Hua and the other two had vanished without a trace. His expression was filled with terror.
"Fan Kang has no weakness. He neither indulges in women nor has any family. Other than cultivation, he studies formations, and he has no preferences whatsoever. Come to think of it, I should be the person closest to him. If you wish to set a trap and ambush him, I am the best bait."
Song Wen smiled faintly. In order to stay alive, Guan Liang truly dared to say anything.
If Song Wen used him as bait, it meant that he could preserve his life for the time being. Moreover, if he were truly used to set a trap, perhaps Fan Kang would save him, giving him a chance to survive.
"Wen Hua and the other two at least gathered over a hundred thousand jin of Netherworld