“Brother Qin!!” Ruan Jing cried, looking like the picture of heartbreak with tears flowing down his face. “Everything is my fault, I coveted the Space Laws and fought with you everywhere! I know that I have no right to beg you for mercy, but I ask you to please leave me a whole corpse so that I can be buried in the tomb of the Academy and accompany my late teacher!”

Zhou Lei’s eyes widened. He looked at the lamenting Ruan Jing who seemed to be filled with deep pain, fear, and remorse. Just what sort of act was this?

Although he hadn’t known Ruan Jing for long, he had an approximate understanding of what his personality was like.

Would he beg for death on his own initiative? And what was this garbage about leaving him an intact corpse?

To a cultivator, there were only two states in the world – something was either living or dead. The dead were dead. No matter how well preserved their body was, it didn’t matter at all!

Qin Yu’s eyes sparkled. He...