Upon hearing this, Celeste Grant smiled.
But there wasn't a hint of a smile in her eyes.
'Let him go?'
'She wasn't an idiot.'
At this thought, Celeste Grant lifted her gaze to the man trapped in the array. In a soft, low voice, she said, "Let you go? When did we ever say we were going to do that?"
'Let you go so you can come after me again? Not a chance.'
At her words,
Morgan Quinn's eyes went wide. A hint of fear finally flickered across his face, which was swollen like a pig's head.
He had always relied on his high cultivation and his status as the Son of Sword of The Crimson Sun Sect, a major Cultivator Sect. He'd always swaggered through life, a stranger to fear. He never imagined he would one day be brought so low.
