"Fellow cultivator, let's discuss this calmly..." Shi Kesong was trembling all over.
With both hands, he scrambled to take out Immortal Jade and Magical Treasures from his Storage Bag, fawning and pleading, "I am the Patriarch of the Shi Family in Silver Valley, with countless riches! As long as you spare my life, I can give you anything!"
A moment ago, he was planning how to escape during the chaos, but the next moment he found himself, somehow, in the opponent's hands, no, in their wings.
The wings emitted a scorching aura. Whether due to the heat or fear, Shi Kesong was drenched in sweat, with beads rolling into his eyes making them burn, not daring to move an inch.
There's definitely no way to escape; he can only hope the other party is greedy, and maybe they can be a bit lenient.
