He knew this would cause him to lose all his dignity, yet understood that the Human Race would probably not kill him directly, as he was worth his weight in gold alive, but merely a corpse when dead.
Still, he shamelessly spoke out on his own initiative.
Because he didn't dare take the risk. Without his life, he truly would have nothing left.
He had been deeply adored by his father and had a promising future ahead. If he were to die in his very first battle, how could he be willing to accept that?
The triangular-eyed Demonic Cultivator's eyelid involuntarily twitched with a hint of subtle dissatisfaction and unwillingness towards Qing Ge's cowardice and commanding tone.
But under the public's eye, he dared not take any excessive actions and, out of necessity, could only emit a long howl.
Woo woo!
The loud and distorted sound of wooing suddenly echoed between Heaven and Earth.
