Chi Jiao looked at his weak state and her heart stirred. She raised her hand, wanting to give him some mental strength.
Unfortunately, the mental strength of a living person could not help a dead person.
However, Pan Guming was still touched by her actions.
He suddenly lowered his head in pain, raised his hand to cover his face, and started crying. "Things wouldn't have ended up like this if I had come to my senses earlier. I've already told you everything I know. I'm going to die now. I only beg you to bury my body with my daughter…"
"Alright, we promise you." Quan Jue nodded.
"Kill She Qi, kill that demon. Don't let him and his subordinates hurt any more innocent people." Pan Guming's already weak remnant consciousness suddenly dissipated completely after he finished speaking.
"Meow…" Seeming to have realized that Pan Guming had disappeared, the black cat wagged its tail and left.
