"Between you and me, there is no trust to speak of. Nor can I prove anything about my identity to you."
"So, Fellow Daoist Tianshan can only take a gamble—gamble on whether I will keep my promise."
"Isn't life like this? When one lacks the strength to control one's own fate, one can only gamble everything on a chance!"
"If you win the wager, it means there is still a sliver of hope. If you lose, it does not change the outcome that was already meant to be."
"No matter how you look at it, Fellow Daoist, you do not stand to lose too much, do you?"
The Demonic Cultivator Body shrugged, his smiling voice ringing out in quick succession.
He did not try to forcefully prove anything. Given his identity as a demonic cultivator, no matter how much he said, it would be difficult to win anyone's trust.
Not to mention, he had never truly intended to spare the man before him.
His primary target was Su Shi'er, that much was true, and the man before him had a close relationship with Su Shi'er.
Should he keep this man alive so he could leak information, or join forces with Su Shi'er to create trouble for him?
He could think as much in his heart, but with his words, he still had to make the man before him believe that he had a chance of surviving.
Otherwise, why would he waste so much breath?
He could simply kill Daoist Tianshan before him, or forcibly subdue him and find some way to extract a confession.
But if the other party knew death was certain, he feared it would be difficult to obtain the information he wanted.
That... was not the result he wanted either!
"A gamble, is it? What a demonic