In the crumbling temple.
Tie Tou sat on the ground, with nothing to say and nothing to do.
The mission had failed today.
Having offended someone beyond reproach, there was a very good chance he was going to die here.
If death was inevitable, there was no point in suffering to stand; sitting was more comfortable.
After all these years, having killed so many people,
he had become the person he once detested.
Now it was his turn to die; it was just the cycle of Heavenly Dao, retribution finally falling upon him.
Qingqing stood still, somewhat surprised, but seeing Tie Tou so despondent, she didn't know what to say for a moment.
She looked at Jiang Hao and asked, "Who are you?"
"Does it matter?" Jiang Hao replied indifferently,
"Right now you can't do anything, so you might as well have a good chat, perhaps you can save your own lives.
"Of course, if you insist on seeking death, my cultivation might be weak, but I can still grant you a swift one."
Qingqing remained silent.