Slowly, Lord Taishan was almost crying as he pleaded.
"Please, have mercy, spare me..."
In the end, he completely gave up resisting and lay beside the boots of the Lord of Myriad Laws like a dead dog, allowing himself to be trampled.
It was a long time before the soul search concluded.
"Brother Mu, forgive me."
Cao Xie tossed an elixir pill, with no real sense of apology: "If you remember anything, please let me know promptly, so you won't have to endure such torment day and night."
Lord Taishan lay sprawled on the muddy ground, his muddled and empty eyes staring blankly at the rusted sword embedded in the earth, silent.
Cao Xie looked down at him with a hint of sorrow in his eyes.
At this moment, the Supreme Elder of the Qingxu Sect spoke again: "Elder Cao, since matters here are resolved, why not come to my estate for a chat?"
Cao Xie said indifferently: "I had just such an intention."
The two nascent soul cultivators disappeared without a trace.
