The connections built with the Clear Spirit Jade Marrow could still be useful for small matters. But if you tried to use them to get someone to confront a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator like Blood God Son, you'd be lucky if they didn't just throw you out.
Fang Tiancheng never harbored such unrealistic ideas; all he sought was an opportunity to meet him.
It would be best if he could secure a sliver of hope for survival. If not, he was already fully prepared for the alternative.
As long as Feng Moyun returned and reunited the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect's Foundation Establishment disciples who were hiding in various places, they would have the core group needed to rebuild the Sect.
"Spare your lives? Will that bring my junior brother back from the dead?"
Blood God Son spoke coldly, as if he had heard a hilarious joke.
Perhaps the bond between him and his junior brother wasn't all that deep.
