"Don't kill me! Don't... kill me! I can tell you the way back to the Cultivation Academy."
Wu Shu felt his life slipping away, and an intense fear flooded his heart. He had gone through countless hardships to reach a level of over forty, and as long as he entered Minor Perfection, his future would be limitless. He didn't want to die.
Wang Meng waved his hand dismissively. "I don't need you to tell me!"
The Broken Heaven Edge swept past lightly, and Wu Shu's head lolled to the side. He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief. 'There are actually people like this?' He was, after all, a Cultivator over level forty with plenty of items in his Qiankun Bag. But this kind of Qiankun Bag could only be opened by its owner, or by someone whose Elemental Power was vastly stronger than the person who had placed the Heart Spirit Brand on it.
'Isn't the struggle between Cultivators all about seizing resources?'
"Master, you're glowing!"
