The calm-sounding voice made every hair on the son of the Southern Immortal Palace's general stand on end.
Xuan Yuanming swallowed hard, trying to stop his body from trembling and force himself to remain composed.
Since he had reached out and been caught red-handed, begging for mercy would be the most laughable thing in the world.
He faced those indifferent eyes and forcibly pulled his lips into a smile. "If I tell you... will you forgive me?"
A long wind swept between them, carrying away wisps of cloud.
The Little Heavenly General shook his head expressionlessly.
Then the corner of his lips lifted slightly. "If you tell me, your father will have an easier time of it."
The reason he had been willing to stop, even setting aside Dao Painting to hear the words of a dying man, was not because he feared the man's father's background.
Although Xuan Shiming was a Painting Realm general of the Southern Immortal Palace, holding lofty status and great power, his son had betrayed Cloud Dream and had even attacked him. For such a monstrous crime, there was no possibility of survival.
He merely intended that, if the other party revealed the reason, he would suppress his rage and grant him a more dignified death.
Then, when the time came, he could throw an intact corpse before that old Painting Realm general without making the scene too unbearable.
This was already the greatest mercy he could grant out of consideration for Cloud-Dream Palace.
Xuan Yuanming gave a miserable smile. Naturally, he understood what the other party meant, and his eyes gradually dimmed into ash.
Though he cherished his life, he was not truly that afraid of death.
Death was death. Since ancient times, the victor became king and the loser bandit; he had simply