Zhao Xiong was desperate and grasping at straws, thinking that Zhang Yan, being from the Mingcang Sect and one of the Top Ten Disciples, might know how to save his life. It was certainly better than dying inexplicably.
Even if it was hopeless, as a last resort, he would seek a soldier, hoping for a chance to reincarnate and cultivate again in the future.
For this, he did not hesitate to cut off his own retreat. Although he had been coveting Miss Shan's beauty for a long time, what use was more beauty if he had no life?
At this moment, he actively volunteered to fight, eager to earn merit, thinking that with this performance, even if Zhang Yan could not help him, he could at least point out a bright path.
Zhang Yan pondered briefly. After all, this demon had once apprenticed under that person and might know some secrets, so it would be better to send him to the Mingcang Sect for the Sect Leader to decide.
