The Ten Spirits Ancestor had been on tenterhooks for ages. When a voice suddenly sounded behind him, even his Nascent Soul shuddered in fright.
Running was out of the question.
If he could have run, he would have done so long ago. He would not have waited until now.
The instant he heard that voice behind him, the Ten Spirits Ancestor turned and dropped to his knees with remarkable ease.
"Fellow Daoist, this old man knows he was wrong. I should never have set my sights on your spirit pet."
"Please, Fellow Daoist, spare this old man's life. I have little lifespan left, and I've already lost my body."
The more the Ten Spirits Ancestor spoke, the more pitiful he sounded.
By the end, his frail Nascent Soul, no bigger than a palm, was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing like a pestle pounding garlic.
In the dim cave, torchlight from the walls on either side fell across Ji Yuan's face.
As the flames flickered, his expression shifted between light and shadow, impossible to read.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he silently watched the Ten Spirits Ancestor before him.
The sight left Ji Yuan in something of a daze.
Who could have imagined that the lofty Nascent Soul ancestor of the Spirit-Controlling Sect would one day kneel before him like an old dog, begging him not to kill him?
When he betrayed Shangdong back then, had he ever imagined this day would come?
Seeing that Ji Yuan remained silent, the Ten Spirits Ancestor could not help raising his head a little.
But when he saw that deathly pale face in the dim cave, he immediately resumed kowtowing.
"Fellow Daoist—"
The Ten Spirits Ancestor no longer knew what to say.
Ji Yuan gathered himself after a moment's thought. Looking