"And I can be your mole and help you find that inheritor!" Obadiah Heptinstall desperately cried out.
At the brink of life and death, he began to feel afraid.
Especially after waiting for so many years to be resurrected, for the sake of surviving, he was prepared to do anything.
Ethan Smith looked Obadiah Heptinstall up and down. Admittedly, he was somewhat interested in the secret techniques of the Immortal Slaying Sect.
"What do you think? I can do a lot of things!" Obadiah Heptinstall's cold sweat flowed, continually offering his bargaining chips.
Ethan Smith said solemnly, "Alright, I'll spare your life for now. But during this time, you can't go anywhere."
"Okay, okay!" Obadiah Heptinstall hurriedly nodded his head.
As long as he could preserve his life, there was a chance for everything.
Ethan Smith didn't say anything else. He dragged Obadiah Heptinstall toward the Heaven Gate.