Beidao Zongmi's face was ecstatic with joy, yet he never thought Xiao Zheng would spare him after seeing his body like this. His heart was overwhelmed with happiness, and he made up his mind,
as long as he could survive and return this time, he would definitely close himself away, and not come out until he had recovered from his injuries and surpassed the middle-stage Martial Saint!
When he had the chance in the future, he would seek revenge on Xiao Zheng, the brute!
But his joy had just begun to rise when he heard Xiao Zheng continue speaking.
"However, I will make you wish you were dead, don't worry, I have a way with the Blood Clan." He said, smiling, as he patted Zongmi on the shoulder, who stood frozen in shock.
"Now, it's your turn." He looked at Zang Hai: "I have a few questions that need your answers."
Zang Hai was silent, his face not as agitated as Beidao Zongmi's, seemingly maintaining the dignity of a high monk from the Great Sound Buddha Sect.
