"East Lake?"
The white-haired elder was at a loss whether to laugh or cry; he had thought it was an enemy seeking revenge and believed he might die here this time. However, unexpectedly, they were asking about entities related to the forces in the barbaric land of East Lake.
"Friend... I am at Xuanse Lake... how would I... know about East Lake's affairs."
Despite the elder speaking with difficulty, Wen Ping did not let the Evil Spirit Knight release his grip.
"Kill him."
Having said that, Wen Ping wanted to leave.
"Wait!"
Just as Wen Ping expected, the elder called out to Wen Ping when the Evil Spirit Knight's grip tightened abruptly. That feeling of desperately grasping at the last straw to survive was apparent.
However, Wen Ping did not call off the Evil Spirit Knight.
The Evil Spirit Knight had already flipped the elder over entirely, pressing his face toward the burning blue flames of the Evil Spirit Knight's eye socket; a further move would mean certain death.
