"Fellow Daoist Jia, I told you I gave you a chance."
The cultivator on the ground was Jia Changqing. Upon seeing Fang Qingyuan, he immediately cried out to him:
"Fellow Daoist Fang, save me! I was foolish and offended you before. Please, be magnanimous and overlook my transgressions. Just let me go."
Jia Changqing wailed, completely devoid of the dignity expected of a Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. In that moment, he was no different from a common street ruffian.
But Jia Changqing was a pragmatic man who knew when to yield. Hailing from the Outer Sea, he was incredibly flexible; pride was the last thing on his mind.
He had been targeted by Huo Hu and pursued relentlessly. No matter what tricks he tried, he couldn't shake him off. In the end, he was tossed here like a dead dog.
Fang Qingyuan paid little mind to Jia Changqing's wailing pleas, instead turning his gaze to Huo Hu, who stood nearby.
