"All right, I can join You Sui."
Ji Jue's voice rang out, utterly unwavering: "As long as I can ask the Craftsman Grandmaster to kill you to vent my anger—I'd imagine, when faced with this kind of multiple-choice question, You Sui knows the right answer, doesn't it?"
"No problem!"
Hui Nao said flatly, without a moment's hesitation: "As long as you, Mr. Ji, are willing to abandon all resistance, to receive the essence of Zhi Fu, then what's the harm in killing a piece of trash like me?"
In that instant, the two faces equally hidden in the shadows showed identical contempt and mockery.
Utter, delusional wishful thinking.
Both sides knew it perfectly well. Just as Hui Nao knew that even if Ji Jue did end up belonging to You Sui, he would never let him go.
He would never give Ji Jue the chance to walk out of the Crack Realm alive.
The better the material, the more it had to be strangled completely.
