The threat in the master's words made Jin Zhicheng shudder violently. He felt a pang of regret. 'If this master didn't have something on me, I never would have tried to harm that girl, Su Qing. If it weren't for that, would my brother still be alive?'
Looking at Jin Zhiwei, who lay on the grass with no vital signs, Jin Zhicheng couldn't help but cover his face, crouch down, and begin to cry in anguish.
"Enough. You're a grown man. Are your tears so worthless?" the master said with disgust. "Get up."
At this moment, Jin Zhicheng was clearly even more afraid of the master. He didn't dare disobey his words, so he quickly stood up, head lowered, and kept wiping away his tears.
"Let's go." The master used some of his little tricks, and soon, all the footprints and other traces around Jin Zhiwei were cleared away one by one.
