"Let's talk about your Patriarch."
The Envoy did not hesitate. He threw his upper body forward, slamming his forehead against the damp stone floor in a desperate kowtow.
"Please, spare my life, Sovereign!" the Envoy begged, his voice hoarse. He wiggled his chained hands, gesturing toward the spatial rings resting on the floor nearby. "Take my rings! Take everything I own! If you let me live, I swear the Blood Fiend Sect will pay a staggering ransom for my safe return. We have spirit mines, rare pills, ancient texts—"
Gu Fan chuckled, setting his teacup down on the floor.
He reached out and picked up the Envoy's spatial rings, sifting his spiritual sense through the contents. He found a respectable pile of high-grade spirit stones and a few decent weapons.
With a careless flick of his wrist, Gu Fan tossed a handful of the sparkling spirit stones over his shoulder. They clattered onto the floor near Song Yan's feet.
