The six purple-robed emissaries surrounded Jared.
With a slight pucker between his brows, Jared questioned the six purple-robed emissaries, “You’re all cultivators of the Eight Major Secret Realms, but you’re willing to devalue yourselves to become a lapdog to a Demonic Cultivator. Don’t you find this humiliating?”
Quindon stepped forward and said to Jared, “Cut it out, Jared! Stay right here, and I’ll be able to keep you safe. All we want is to activate the Spiritual Energy Restoration Formation. We don’t wish to hurt anyone. Although the Eight Major Secret Realms are rich with spiritual energy, limitations still exist. Besides, the collapse of the Eight Major Secret Realms comes closer as time ticks away. Where will people like us go when that day comes?”
“None of you can stop me if I want to leave, not unless you kill me,” Jared hissed.
“Don’t force us to attack you,” Quindon warned, his expression turning grim.
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