"At that time, not only will my Divine Soul collapse, but even your affairs, Xu Shengjun, will be known to that personage," the Black Bamboo Hat Cultivator spoke, enduring the pain.
"Soul Curse?" Xu Xing frowned slightly. He didn't know whether the Soul Curse the Black Bamboo Hat Cultivator mentioned was true or false, but he had no desire to experience its 'dangers'.
"I can promise you," Xu Xing began after a moment's thought, glancing at the Black Bamboo Hat Cultivator's Nascent Soul, "if I one day ascend to the Immortal Realm, and you no longer pose any threat to me, I will spare your life. This is provided you reveal the secrets of the imperial dynasty that you are able to speak of..."
"Now, you and I are grasshoppers on the same rope. If your companions or the Chiming Imperial Dynasty come to save you, before I die, I will also crush your Nascent Soul," Xu Xing threatened coldly.
