"Could it be that the Second Priest wants to keep me here? Are you sure you have the capability?" Ye Beiming's gaze suddenly turned cold, like an awl, scraping towards Shen Jizi.
Shen Jizi's neck suddenly stiffened.
Cold, calloused fingers had already fallen onto his throat, and the man's magnetic voice, accompanied by his hand, fell at Shen Jizi's ear.
Just a little more force, and Ye Beiming could snap Shen Jizi's throat.
"You... you! Ungrateful wretch, don't forget who helped you restore your physical form!" Shen Jizi shuddered.
Yet, one thought not of who moments earlier had been shouting to kill Ye Beiming.
"The Beast Shrine helped restore my flesh, but the two priests were also nearby watching me bathe for quite a while. Speaking of which, my ties with the Beast Shrine are clean," Ye Beiming's face was not flushed, his ears not red, as he neatly severed his relations with the Beast Shrine.
After listening to this, the Second Priest nearly spat a mouthful of old blood.
