The Catastrophe (2)

Fan Qianshi did not heed her request but continued to stare straight at her. "Master, do you forgive me?"

Gu Xijiu was speechless.

"Fan Qianshi, are you threatening me?"

Fan Qianshi looked down and stubbornly said, "If my master refuses to forgive me, I would rather be struck by the thunderbolts!"

Gu Xijiu remained silent. It had been more than a month since she last saw Fan Qianshi. He was now skinny, and his beard grew significantly longer. Also, the robe on his body was dirty. The only exception was that his eyes were still bright. Other than that, he was almost a different person and looked incredibly lonely.

A loud crashing sound was heard closeby, and within seconds, the man was struck again. Fan Qianshi did not do anything to protect himself. He was burnt and bled.

"Divine Lord, I beg you to save him!"