Zheng Wei lay dead, a trace of lingering bewilderment still frozen on his face.
He had probably never expected that a disciple of an orthodox sect would go back on his word so ruthlessly and turn hostile in an instant.
Yet Zhao Xuan had even given him a false name, terrified that the Demonic Cult might possess some soul-summoning art that could leak his true identity. From the very beginning, he had never once promised to spare the man's life.
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