The old Taoist Huang Sanqian's life was hanging by a thread.
Instead of the sinister and fervent look he had just now, his face was calm.
Though death was at his door, his features looked peaceful.
"No, it was I who lost myself earlier, it was my fault…"
Huang Sanqian gazed at Lei Jun, struggling to speak, "May I ask how I should address you, my friend? Thank you for stopping me…"
Lei Jun nodded lightly, then shook his head, and said honestly,
"I really didn't like your methods, but besides that, another reason was I couldn't allow you to use the Blood River Spell to cut off the Jade Belt Stream for seven days."
Huang Sanqian was stunned for a moment, then gave a bitter smile, "You need the Jade Belt Stream too? Heh… Say whatever you want, my life is ending anyway.
Even if you hadn't been here, if I'd forcibly tried to use the Blood River heretical art to refine the Magical Sword, it would have gone against my Taoist Heritage. It wouldn't have worked anyway…
