"Lord Jiang, you worry too much. Since we eat the Emperor's grain, we have long been prepared to dedicate our lives to the Imperial Court. If there truly is a Demon Evil waiting there, we'll just fight it out!" the arrest officer said in a deep voice.
Jiang Zuo shook his head. "There's no need for that. The fewer who die, the better. If there's truly a powerful Demon Evil, then even a multitude of martial artists below the Pulse Condensation Realm would be useless."
Being afraid of death is one thing. But whether it's a senseless sacrifice is quite another.
Seeing that the other was about to say more, Jiang Zuo's expression darkened. "Are my words not to be heeded?"
"Not at all!" The man hurriedly bowed his head.
