"I'll say it! I'll say it! I'll tell you everything!"
In the next moment, he only felt himself being suddenly grabbed by the Red Sky Palace cultivator beside him and then ruthlessly thrown to the ground.
His head was firmly pressed down below, and no matter how he struggled violently, he could only see a pair of feet stepping into the void, walking to the front of him, and pausing slightly.
Then he heard Chong Hua's voice, like the clash of metal, full of magnetism:
"Go down."
"Yes."
The Red Sky Palace cultivator who had just been flaunting power in front of him became docile as a harmless little dog in the face of this voice, quickly retreating.
Ji Wujiu finally managed to raise his head.
The figure in gold-red looked at him indifferently, those double pupils filled with a unique coldness.
The voice was cold:
"You only have one chance..."
Ji Wujiu's throat instinctively slid, and he slowly lowered his head:
"You, ask your questions."
