Zhao Yi nodded and said to White Elephant, "Perhaps there's no need!"
"Those who should awaken will naturally do so; you can never wake someone who's pretending to sleep!"
He gestured to Gray Wolf, who understood immediately. With a swift swing of its claw, the person beneath it had no time to cry for help before meeting a gruesome death, head severed from body.
The scent of blood filled the air, and the murderous intent spread, leaving the three others unable to maintain their façade of calm.
No one knew if they had the item this man wanted. He was a demon; perhaps being proactive would offer a chance at survival.
One of them opened his eyes and hurriedly pleaded, "Spare me, elder. I'll tell you everything."
Zhao Yi responded with a hum, "Go ahead."
What should he say?
The middle-aged man named Chen Zheng, a leader of a sect, had always been treated with a certain respect. Never had he encountered such a situation.
