Although he never planned on making such a big promise, Kent knew deep down that it was the only chance he had to secure his safety and leave the forest early. He needed to at least take the danger off his back first.
So he said what he had to say and hoped for the best.
As expected, the Western Queen entered a state of contemplation that lasted five minutes. Once she made up her mind, she took a deep breath and pulled the dagger away.
"Go ahead. Your next couple of words will determine if I will let you live or die."
"That is all I asked for." Kent shook off the pressure she placed on him when her dagger was held firmly against his neck. Once he recovered, he asked,
"What is the grade of your Spirit Root?"
"Immortal grade," she answered, her gaze narrowing slightly
"How about your soul tier?"
"Tier 28."
"That is akin to an Emperor, huh? Not too bad for a non-soul cultivator." He was genuinely impressed to hear that she had reached Tier 28 in soul cultivation.
