Sato Tsuru breathed his last breath as he coughed up fresh blood and died.
"Clap clap clap..."
The middle-aged man started clapping his hands and glanced at Ye Qiu with a faint voice, "Your skill is not bad, how about joining my Rakshasa Sect?"
"You will stand above tens of thousands, second only to one, obtain unparalleled power, and even achieve immortality."
Ye Qiu didn't understand the middle-aged man's intention. A second ago he had talked about killing him, and Sato Tsuru had just died, yet now he had changed his tune, his thoughts were unfathomable!
"Aren't you going to avenge him?" Ye Qiu countered.
The middle-aged man smiled slowly: "He was merely a pawn of mine, if not for me, he would have been nothing but a cripple. But you are different, you are a true Martial Artist. Compared to you, he is sky and earth apart; yet he himself did not realize this. Such a person, his death is but a passing."
