Faced with Sang Tu's plea for mercy, Zhou Yu's eyes glimmered with a cold sneer.
It seemed this man was familiar with the methods of the Soul Control Needle.
In that case, it became straightforward.
"Letting you go is not impossible."
"However, I have two conditions."
"Please, name them," Sang Tu quickly said.
"First, take us into the Blood Gu Clan without being discovered by anyone."
"This... is impossible!"
Sang Tu struggled briefly and outright refused.
Zhou Yu's face darkened, a chilling expression appearing.
"Are you not afraid of death?"
Sang Tu nodded and said, "Afraid."
"But I fear even more the consequences of bringing you into my clan, which could result in a catastrophic disaster for my people. In that case, I would become a sinner."
Sang Tu's words left Zhou Yu taken aback, forcing him to reassess this person. He wasn't as cowardly or fearful of death as Zhou Yu had initially imagined; rather, he displayed an uncommon integrity.
