"Not dead yet?" Ye Wuchen detected Ye Qiu's breath, his sinister and enchanting face turned toward him as his eyes darkened slightly, "Golden silk soft armor? So you were wearing something like this. However, your golden silk soft armor now belongs to me, King."
He smirked devilishly, striding toward Ye Qiu under the gaze of everyone present.
Horror-stricken, Ye Qiu, who had just regained consciousness, instantly went pale, "What do you want to do? Sect Master, Dan Venerate, come save me quickly!"
Dan Venerate made no move. Upon hearing the report from that Medicine Sect disciple, he wished he could slap this damned bastard to death.
His disciple's daughter, was she someone this guy could lay his hands on?
"Sect Master, I have a way to treat the Young Sect Master. As long as you save me, I will treat the Young Sect Master for you," Ye Qiu declared, making a bold call.
He could no longer care about the consequences; his priority was to get through this ordeal.