Not knowing whether the signal would go through, Zhou Chuan made ample preparations by taking out both the genuine feather given by the white crane and a bottle of Dragon Saliva gifted by the Patriarch of the Holy Land, clutching them tightly in his hand.
"Holy Master, let's talk this over! Your Master will be here any minute now—can't you wait until he arrives before executing me?" Zhou Chuan said timidly yet with a vigilant look.
"Ah! Dragon Saliva!" The Holy Master's intent to kill had been at its peak, but she was suddenly drawn to the bottle in Zhou Chuan's hand.
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