The Undead Race had always been gripped by fear. He seemed ready to bolt at the slightest opportunity.
"I don't wish to be captured. Allow me to emphasize, the followers of your Supreme Sect have been reduced to mere skeletons, if even that. What purpose does it serve to seek them out? Xuhai City isn't a concern for your sect. Were I in your position, I would have fled long ago. Life holds greater value. Your youth prevents you from grasping this fully. Having endured for centuries, and met my demise as many times, my clarity surpasses yours," earnestly spoke the Undead Race. He glanced around, a gulp betraying his anxiety. He resumed, "Let's make our escape before peril presents itself!"
With determination, he resolved to depart.
However…
His pace couldn't rival Gu Chaoyan's swift sword. In a single stride, Gu Chaoyan's blade lay against his throat.
The Undead Race's polite smile persisted.
Onward they proceeded.
