Shan Wugu returned to his senses. Seeing the question in Qin Yu’s eyes, he said, “Yes, it’s right, there are many people that have been poisoned.”

Qin Yu twisted his fingers. “Then I’ll let you live for now.” His gaze was cold and callous. “I believe you won’t run away.”

The blood octopus desperately nodded.

Whoosh –

Solitary Westgate’s figure flickered and he appeared in front of Qin Yu. When he saw Qin Yu, he sighed with emotion, “Perhaps I should have gone together with you in the past.”

Although he was calm on the surface, his emotions rolled like waves within him. It had only been so many years. To cultivators of their level, this could be called a fleeting moment. It might be an exaggeration, but it wasn’t long at all.

The further one climbed up the Great Dao, the more difficult it became. To have a few degrees of improvement in two or three hundred years was worth celebrating.

But now, he saw that the rise in Qin Yu’s strength was hundreds if not thousands of points. If he didn’t see it with his own eyes he wouldn’t believe it himself.

Qin Yu smiled and shook his head, “Westgate, you are concerned about your wife and child,...