Tong Sheng gazed at Zhen Tian Peak and shook his head helplessly. He couldn't get inside, nor did he know what might happen to Fang Jiuzhen in there. In his opinion, coming here in the first place was a mistake—every True Disciple was exceedingly arrogant, rarely the type to act kindly or mercifully.
Fang Jiuzhen's outright refusal was essentially a complete disregard for Ye Zhen Tian's face.
"Who am I supposed to ask for help with this?" Tong Sheng lowered his head in thought, going through figure after figure in his mind. Yet when he snapped back to reality, he realized that all those he knew were merely acquaintances he exchanged nods with. Asking them to offend a sect's True Disciple on behalf of a friend? No one would willingly accept.
Earth Demon Plains.
