"Xiao Yifeng, hehe... we will kill, but this must have been his doing, don't you want to take revenge yourself?"
The figure in the black robe spoke.
"How could I possibly? I'm already a wreck."
A touch of sadness flashed in Xiao Yiyun's eyes, his expression filled with regret and unwillingness.
"A wreck, not necessarily, a wreck can sometimes turn into an expert, but I wonder if you can endure that pain."
A strange, eerie sound came from the figure in the black robe, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light.
"Really?"
Xiao Yiyun's eyes filled with disbelief.
"Of course."
The figure in the black robe replied.
"As long as I can take revenge and personally kill him, I am willing to die."
Xiao Yiyun's face contorted as he roared.
"Good, as it happens, our Ghost King Sect needs a Knife Slave!"
The figure in the black robe let out a chilling eerie laugh, swiftly lifting Xiao Yiyun's body and quickly leaving the place.
