Yuan Sanquan thought that at this time, Fu Jiuqian probably didn't look at him intentionally.

Maybe Fu Jiuqian just remembered the living beings of the Donglin Sect back then... Maybe he just felt relieved because he no longer had to suffer torture.

However, it was this last look that made Yuan Sanquan feel something.

In order to save Murong Jian's life, he originally planned to accept the blood curse of the Sky Falcon clan.

He took the lead in doing this, and there was no reason why Murong Jian would refuse.

But after coming into contact with the look in Fu Jiuqian's last moments... he changed his mind.

Once they accept the curse of blood, he and Murong Jian will only become lackeys under the Sky Falcon Clan from now on, losing their basic dignity.

What's the point of living like this, working as lackeys for this group of monsters that massacred their own sects and kindred spirits?

Especially since Murong Jian is still so young and has extremely good talent in cultivation... he must not be buried here.

For an hour after Zifu Jiuqian was torn into pieces, Yuan Sanquan had been thinking about countermeasures.

Until now, he finally came up with a method with the highest success rate.

Yuan Sanquan raised his eyes and looked at Murong Jian who was curled up on the ground not far away, his eyes flashing.
Chapter completed!