"Master, you've let me win!"
Fang Zheng hovered in mid-air with hands clasped in salute, his body resembling a shattered porcelain doll, covered in cracks.
Through the cracks, one could see the torn flesh and Five Viscera inside.
These cracks were naturally slashed by the Sorrow Demon Saber!
Even so, his movements and voice remained steady as usual, and his injuries were healing at a visibly fast pace.
Alexander Barimon's situation was even worse.
Though he appeared normal on the outside, his eyes showed a deep fatigue, the divine light of the past gone.
This was a symptom of severe Primordial Spirit damage.
It would likely take decades of recuperation to recover.
"Your methods are admirable, I am impressed,"
Alexander Barimon clasped his hands together in a silent sigh:
"A gamble must be accepted, the Esoteric Sect will withdraw from Jizhou, but Duke Ning's matters must be resolved by Gu'an County itself."
He could only represent the Esoteric Sect, not Duke Ning.
