Glancing at his arms, severed at the shoulders, and the empty sleeves that were all that remained, Xie Yue gave a bitter smile and said:
"I was too naive before. I thought that if I left Spirit Hall and didn't join the Sky-Blasting Gang, I could stay out of your conflict. But wherever there are people, there is a world of strife. After I'd wandered the Spirit Master world for a month or two, elders from the Elder Hall found me and demanded that I return with them."
"So it was those people from the Spirit Hall Empire's Elder Hall who did this to you?" Yang Ming asked.
Xie Yue nodded helplessly, his face weathered by hardship.
Yang Ming clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
He had underestimated people's hearts, and he had underestimated human nature.
Once Grand Consecration Qian Daoliu turned ruthless, his methods were vicious beyond measure. He had taught Yang Ming a harsh lesson: in this world, some people would resort to underhanded tricks when they could not win a fight, stopping at nothing.
Only after Yang Ming had somewhat steadied his emotions did Xie Yue continue:
"This time, the Grand Consecration also ordered me to come and deliver his terms for an exchange. He wants to trade Dai Mubai for Qian Renxue."
Qian Renxue was Qian Daoliu's most cherished treasure. To save his beloved granddaughter, he had certainly racked his brains!
But this approach was truly despicable!
Yang Ming drew a deep breath, then exhaled a stale breath, a sharp gleam bursting from his eyes.
"When? Where?" he asked calmly.
Yet his calm was like the stillness before a raging storm, laden with a suffocating pressure.
Even Xie Yue felt it. His hair stood on end, as though what stood before him was not a