Xu Qing was not in the habit of paying attention to his enemies’ dying words. Nor was he interested in having a servant. Besides, human hearts were hard to judge, and it was always possible a servant could turn traitor later on. It seemed much better to just kill an enemy and be done with it.

When it came to enemies, he had one philosophy: a dead enemy was the safest. And the sooner you killed them, the safer you were.

Besides, though he was new to the Crimson Wilds, and had only spent a month acclimating, he had learned enough to know that because of the impoverished conditions and horrible environment, the Church of Departure didn’t come often to proselytize. The scavenger basecamp was 50 kilometers away, plus there was a snowstorm. It seemed unlikely anyone knew about what was going on at the Golden Vajra Warrior Sect.

Because of the talisman treasure, he looked completely different. Furthermore, his dharmaboat had always been disguised, and the only person who knew what it really looked like was Zhang San.

Xu Qing had done all he could in the short time available. Things hadn’t played out perfectly, and there were some flaws, but overall, he felt that things had gone very smoothly.

Of course, the main reason for it all was that Patriarch Golden Vajra Warrior had misjudged when he would come. He had also...