"Take a look, take a look."
True Monarch Du'e tilted his head and glanced at the Nascent Soul imprisoned inside the bronze teapot, smirking as he said, "You talk so valiantly about how 'a gentleman can be killed but not humiliated,' but in the end, you just want to survive~~~"
Ning Daoran crossed his arms, his face expressing silent disapproval.
This rascal Du'e looked every bit like a member of the Demon Path.
"Tian Zhao."
True Monarch Du'e turned to look at the bronze teapot as he bit into a large bone, ridiculing him, "Give up hope already. There's no way you're escaping, but if Fellow Taoist is willing to surrender the mantra to the Heavenly Light Divine Technique, I might just consider granting you a slightly less painful death."
"You… You son of @*&%￥@￥!" True Monarch Tian Zhao erupted in a stream of profanities.
Ning Daoran was starting to feel secondhand embarrassment.
"Young Friend Ning!"
