"Miss Qingling, I haven't caused you any substantial harm. If you release me, I'm willing to surrender everything I possess. Moreover, I can make a Blood Oath to never divulge anything about today, nor will I seek revenge later..."
Inside the Treasure Ship, beneath Lu Qingling's palm, Zhang Shangqing spoke with a trembling voice.
Although Lu Qingling's sword had severed his head, a Cultivator who had reached the Furnace Fire Realm was no longer constrained by their physical body. As long as their spirit survived, they could possess another body and cultivate anew on the path to the Great Dao.
Seeing that Lu Qingling didn't respond, he instinctively glanced at Jiang Shu, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, a mangled mess of flesh and blood. A shiver couldn't help but run down Zhang Shangqing's spine.
