"Sect Master He, are you working with them?"
At the first terrace, Su Junhao, dressed in a golden crown and purple clothing, clutched at his chest as blood gushed out.
The expression on He Qingyu's face was terrifyingly somber.
According to his plan, there was no need to expose his intentions. As long as Shi Xiaole was captured, it was likely to yield the martial arts skills he wanted.
Unfortunately, the greedy Lotus Lord from the Nine Lotus Sect had set his sights on Su Junhao, and even tried to drag him into his scheme. What a pig-headed teammate!
"Hehe, Young Master Su, you didn't expect this, did you? All of tonight was just a trap we laid out. As long as you obediently recite the martial arts you've learned, we can spare your life."
The Lotus Lord was an seemingly amiable old man with white hair, his eyes now squinted in delight as he looked between He Qingyu and Su Junhao.