The people who were frightened and couldn't kneel down were those who looked down on Xuan Zhi, excluding him completely during the distribution of benefits.
But when Xuan Zhi slid and knelt in front of Xie Tian, addressing him as master, they realized their dream had shattered.
"Master," Xuan Zhi ingratiated himself, "thanks to your heroic intervention, the setup has been a great success. However, we still need to be cautious of Shen Wushuang..."
"Shen Wushuang is dead."
Xuan Zhi's whole body stiffened, and his ingratiating smile froze.
"Dead, dead?"
"I just killed him."
"Oh, oh, that's a necessity, as soon as Master takes action, Shen Wushuang's entire family would have to kneel..."
Xuan Zhi spoke out of habit, words he himself didn't fully believe.
Huang Er scrutinized, pursed his lips secretly, and said, "He's so scared that he's gone stupid—does he deserve to be the master's war slave? Think of me, Huang Er, just now keeping a straight face..."
