The muzzle of the small handgun was still pointed vaguely at him, as if mocking the foolish thoughts he once harbored.
Qin Jiujiu's complexion was paler than his. That painless, harmless shot had not changed the threads of malicious cause and effect on him by even a fraction.
That bastard! Why on earth did he have to pull such a suicidal stunt! To want the life of the Heavenly Dao—how many lives did he think he had to bear the karmic consequences?
Chapter 364