"Spare me, Upper Cultivator! It's me, it's me!"
The second time Qin Tianhe dragged Guangming before Lü Yang, Guangming blurted out desperately before his captor could even speak:
"Upper Cultivator, I'm still useful!"
"There are still a dozen or so Monks from the Pure Land left behind. I can deal with them! And besides them, there's the Dao Court. I can help you fight the Dao Court..."
Guangming was terrified that Lü Yang, lost in a killing frenzy, would cut him down without a second thought. Words tumbled from his mouth with the speed of a sutra chant as he desperately tried to prove his value. But Lü Yang ignored him, shooting him an irritated glance.
"Shut up."
Before Lü Yang's words had even faded, Guangming slapped a hand over his mouth. He stopped not only speaking but breathing, terrified of angering the great Demon before him.
Meanwhile, Lü Yang gazed into the distance.
