Qian Luo was terrified out of his mind.
It was a fear that rose from the very marrow of his bones.
It was like the subconscious terror a child feels when alone in the dark wilderness, even when there's nothing there at all...
He could ignore anyone else's words, but Shen Lang currently held his life in his hands. He didn't dare disobey.
Seeing Shen Lang's expression darken, Qian Luo finally had no choice but to walk back.
"My lord, you don't actually want me to drop this thing in the Holy Light Sect, do you? If I do, I won't be able to escape either! A Silent Extinction Divine Thunder this big... I... I..." Qian Luo was on the verge of tears. "Can't you have someone else do it? Like Ying Huo! His Cultivation is much higher than mine. He could definitely do it."
At his side, Ying Huo's hand twitched. He almost couldn't resist drawing his longsword and lopping off Qian Luo's head right then and there.
