"Mm."
Facing Han Jue's answer, Qiu Xilai responded. It was unknown if he believed it.
Han Jue asked, "My disciple Su Qi…"
He did not finish his sentence. He believed that Qiu Xilai would understand.
Qiu Xilai replied, "He's imprisoned in the Heavenly Race's prison and will be executed a hundred years later. At that time, I will protect his soul and hand it to you. Remember, you can't leave him in the Heavenly Dao's territory."
Han Jue quickly thanked him.
It was fine as long as he could leave a chance of survival for Su Qi.
Su Qi indeed deserved death. The Dao Destruction Mystical Power slaughtered all living beings. If he didn't punish him, who knew if this fellow would become twisted in the future and become arrogant?
Qiu Xilai didn't say anything else and left the dream.
Han Jue's consciousness returned to reality. He suddenly discovered that Qiu Xilai didn't seem to be as passionate towards him as before. He spoke less.