"Chen Jiusi!"
Han Miaozhen turned her head to look at Chen Jie, her gaze neither joyful nor angry, but Chen Jie felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him.
This feeling was terrifying, his heart began to pound frantically.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Jie clasped his fists: "Greetings, Han Dharma King."
No matter the circumstances, basic courtesy towards the strong must be upheld; otherwise, one might not even know how they die.
Han Miaozhen looked at him and said: "Chen Jiusi, have you seen Elder Quan from my sect?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Jie's heart skipped a few beats, but he still opened his mouth to say: "I have."
Han Miaozhen continued calmly: "Where is that person now, can you tell me?"
Chen Jie said: "I have killed him!"
Han Miaozhen's gaze slightly narrowed, and then couldn't help but laugh: "Good, good, you have courage."
