The boss's words were somewhat ethereal, echoing by Li Che's ears.
Amid the peril where the Three Immortals were watching like tigers eyeing their prey, the boss actually still had the leisure to chat idly with Li Che like this.
Li Che also understood that perhaps this conversation was very important, concerning what kind of decision the boss would make next.
The cigarette clamped at the corner of his mouth had somehow been lit; smoke curled and rolled upward, spun once in midair, then directly exploded.
To continue protecting his daughter, and fall in this terrifying Battle where the Will of the Three Immortal Gods descended.
Or to let his daughter embrace the Prison Lotus Curse, give up resistance, return to her predetermined fate, and step onto the preordained path of becoming a Heavenly Will Executioner…
These two choices, for Li Che, actually required no excessive deliberation at all.
