Please Help with a Small Matter

Di Jiu ignored Fan Yuan and looked coldly at Heng Siyue. "You imprisoned Kan Zitong?"

Heng Siyue was completely stunned. What was going on? For a moment, he forgot to answer Di Jiu.

Di Jiu snorted. "Are you deaf? I'm asking you a question."

He had ignored Fan Yuan just now. When Fan Yuan, who had come out, heard Di Jiu's words, his expression turned ugly. However, his anger died away. He smiled again before he stood aside and waited for Di Jiu.

"You're a cultivator of the Human Clan, and I'm the Union Master of the Sacred Dao Union. All the cultivators of the Human Clan in the Void City belong to…"

Heng Siyue's voice trailed off spontaneously, as Di Jiu had pinched his neck. He had difficulty breathing, and even his cultivation circulation stopped completely. If this went on for a long time, he was certain that he would be the first Primordial Dao cultivator to be suffocated.