Zhou Weimou truly did not want Wu Tian to kill again. He said, "Let the military handle this. I guarantee I'll make the Whip Sovereign and the Spear Sovereign release Xia Qian, and they won't take a single thing from the herbal medicine company. I hope we can resolve this peacefully."
"No need." With those words, Wu Tian walked past Zhou Weimou, determined to handle this himself.
Zhou Weimou tried to stop Wu Tian. It was not that he was merciful, but he did not want any more turmoil. For a soldier, war was a chance to become famous, but they also hated war.
Suddenly, Zhou Weimou felt something. He looked down at his own palm, where his fingers were gradually turning to dust and blowing away on the wind.
"How can this be?"
While Zhou Weimou stood in shock, his arm also turned to ash and separated from his body. It was not just his arm; his entire body was disintegrating into dust, the process accelerating.
