"Go."
"See him off."
As he spoke, Ma Ran grasped Su Qiangwei, and their bodies paused in mid-air.
After more than ten seconds, their figures flickered and vanished without a trace.
When Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei appeared again, they had already arrived at the other end of the Blood Mist Star—in a concealed cellar deep in the ocean.
"You still found me."
In the cellar, a burly, rugged-featured red-skinned alcoholic lay leaning against a stone bed, looking as if he was at the end of his strength: "You are ten times more cautious and perceptive than I expected."
As he spoke, he struggled to sit up, his sharp gaze sweeping over Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei, before softening quickly: "Don't act rashly!"
"I am willing to surrender!"
It was obvious that the person speaking was the "seed" left by the Second Generation God of Slaughter, Ti Sheng.
"Although I inherited all of His memories, essentially, I'm just an innocent bystander with the memories of a god."
