Chen Haichao opened all the wooden boxes and placed them on top of the boxes before speaking,
"Since the Taoist Priest looks down upon my Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect, then perhaps the Taoist Priest could magnanimously let my sect survive or perish on its own, only asking Great Qin and the Taoist Priest not to target my sect. "
"To keep it like raising a small cat or dog, letting it struggle to survive in the mud, the existence of a pitiful Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect serves as a stronger deterrent than a sect that has been wiped out in the currents of time. "
"Let the world see, this is the price for failing to recognize the decree of Heaven and offending the Taoist Priest."
Watching Chen Haichao once again preparing to prostrate himself in great ceremony, even Yi Chen, with a heart as hard as iron, couldn't help but be somewhat moved at this moment.
The desperate plight of a fearsome warlord and the surrender of the strong always have their reasons.
