"Then why did you save me?"
"Was it Jiang Qianliu who sent you? That can't be right, he got captured too. If you can rescue me, you should be able to rescue him as well."
"Saving him is useless."
The man in black turned around and spoke indifferently.
"Then saving me is useless too."
"Who said it's useless?"
The man in black said softly:
"Someone paid three thousand taels in patterned silver for your head. Do you think you're useless?"
"Who would do that?"
Left Zhongtang was flabbergasted, that the Young Sect Leader of the Profound Mystery Sect himself would have a hit ordered on him.
"Do you think, as an assassin, I would reveal my client's identity to you?"
The smile of the man in black carried a mocking tone beyond words.
The look in his eyes was so cutting, Left Zhongtang was gravely hurt by it:
