Long Yao had not yet begun to realise that he was being led by the nose by Jun Wu Xie.
"Of course, if Lord Long Yao has no intention to save Bai Zhu, then so be it." Jun Wu Xie laid the ball squarely in Long Yao's court.
Long Yao could no longer guess what Jun Wu Xie's intentions were and could only look at the defenceless Bai Zhu who was sprawled on the floor with a frown.
"Lord Long Yao, save me, please save me! I don't want to die!" I'm willing to do anything, as long as you save me!" Bai Zhu was at Long Yao's feet, crying and begging. He knew that Jun Wu XIe's hatred for him ran so deep that even if he died there and then, it would not erase the hatred.
Begging her was useless, his only hope was Long Yao.
Bai Zhu understood that his status meant nothing to the Top Ten masters. Just looking at the terror on Fan Jinghe's face, he knew that even if he begged Fan Jinghe, he would be too afraid to act. Long Yao was his last and only hope.
