"Thank you, Mr. Chu, for sparing my life!"
Shu Gaolang looked as though he had received a royal pardon.
His face was filled with the relief and gratitude of having survived a disaster.
His voice trembled as he spoke with utmost sincerity, "Please rest assured, Mr. Chu."
"From now on, whenever I recall any information about the Bright Holy See or the Dark Holy See,"
"I will write down every single word and submit it to you."
"I, Shu Gaolang, will never forget your great kindness for as long as I live!"
Although he was well aware that within his body,
it was as if a time bomb had been secretly planted, ready to detonate at any moment.
That wisp of golden flame was like a Sword of Damocles hanging over his head,
keeping him in a constant state of extreme anxiety.
But deep down, he was still quite satisfied.
After all, at this life-or-death moment, he had at least managed to save his own skin.
