The Death Soldier looked at him in fear.
This man in a white robe was undeniably handsome and elegant, standing tall like a deity.
Yet the Death Soldier felt a sense of danger pressing upon him.
He wasn't afraid of death.
But what was more terrifying than death was the unknown.
Jie Kong held his longsword and suddenly raised his hand; the Death Soldier felt a chill sweep past his eyes as the blade tip made a pass before him.
The fabric stuffed in his mouth slipped out, and only then did the Death Soldier realize he was drenched in cold sweat.
"Don't scare him," a gentle female voice came from behind the man in white, "I still need to ask him some questions."
Jie Kong did not turn around, instead calmly retracting his longsword.
Mo Shu stepped forward, standing in front of the Death Soldier with a light smile on her face.
Jie Kong glanced sideways at her, noticing she was wearing different clothes.
