Jiang He Crafts an Item

The Taixu Sect Chieftain was freaking out a little.

Being the Chief of a sect and an eight-retribution Sufferance elite, he was a big shot even among cultivators.

Of course, that would be relative to who he was being compared to.

Would he not be embarrassing himself if he compared himself to Jiang He?

Wanting to cry but not having the tears for it, he exclaimed, "Are you serious, Mister Jiang?"

"Nonsense!"

At a loss for words, Jiang He barked at him with a scowl, "Would I lie to you? Time is short, stop spouting nonsense. Go draw the thunderclouds of retribution right now and I'll help you survive it."

"Alright!"

It was time to stake his bets!

Since Jiang He said that he would protect him, he would trust Jiang He just this once!

Mainly because… he had no choice!

What if Jiang He got upset and killed him with a single slap?

Gritting his teeth, the Taixu Sect Chieftain promptly flew out into the distance.