Even Wang Ye, who possessed the ability of the Blood Drop Formation, was clearly a sorcerer from a large family or a member of the Sorcerer's Headquarters.
But regardless of which of these two he belonged to,
he was especially tough to provoke.
Not someone one could afford to offend.
And Wang Ye looked coldly at the baldy in front of him. Baldy, under Wang Ye's gaze filled with murderous intent and coldness, already felt immense fear in his heart; at this moment, even his soul couldn't help but tremble.
But his strong will to survive still made Baldy speak. It seemed like only now did he understand what an apology was, and he softly said to Wang Ye:
"Sor...sorry, Daoist friend, I was being foul-mouthed at the beginning. I...I deserve to die! But, considering that I have both elders and young children to care for..."
Baldy initially wanted to gain some sympathy, but Wang Ye, grabbing Baldy's hand, suddenly applied even more force.
