"You agreed so readily?" Xu Zimei scrutinized Old Zhang and asked.
"Master, it's my fault for being blind and offending you. I am truly grateful that you spared my life," Old Zhang hurriedly replied.
"I'm afraid you might fake agreeing with me, and once you leave here, with the sky high and the emperor far, I'll have trouble finding you," Xu Zimei said.
"Master, please trust me. I've been wandering the martial world for many years, and I still have the basic guarantee of honesty," Old Zhang quickly said.
In fact, he did indeed hold such an attitude.
Surviving comes first.
Once he leaves here, the universe is so vast, who can really find him?
Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.
"I trust no one."
Xu Zimei extended his right hand, gathering the Power of the Great Dao into it.
The immense force was like a mountain-crumbling tidal wave.
"Boom, boom."
All the power condensed into a mark, which then penetrated Old Zhang's chest at the position of his heart.
