"Hmph, even if Qu Canghai were alive, if I wanted him dead, he couldn't refuse to die. Your strength isn't too shabby, a Tenth Rank Great Swordsman, and your essence blood is just the right tonic for this Ancient Contracted Divine Beast," Xia Youchen said with disdain, clearly not intending to spare Qu Fengting's life.
"Senior, I beg you, spare my life. As long as you are willing to let me go, I, Qu Fengting, will serve you like an ox or a horse, slave or servant, treating you with the reverence due an esteemed ancestor. Whatever your command, I, Qu Fengting, will brave flames and scale mountains without hesitation. I could even acknowledge you as my adoptive father, henceforth changing my name to Xia Fengting, and serve you as faithfully as if you were my own father." Qu Fengting, snot and tears running down his face, was kowtowing desperately, begging piteously.
