On the way to the hospital, Jia Qiwen finally couldn't help but feel curious and asked Lao Lu:

"Old Lu, that boy...Who is Mr. Su?"

Old Lu trembled all over and smiled bitterly, as if he was trapped in memories.

After a long time, he shook his head in shock and said as if he was lost:

"You should know what happened to the Demon City Hall five years ago?"

Jia Qiwen's originally curious face disappeared for a moment, and he blurted out:

"Is it him?"

Old Lu said with a wry smile:

"That's right, it's him. Eight of the top ten worshipers in the main hall died, and more than three hundred of the Double Flower Red Sticks died. I was pretending to be dead and escaped a disaster. Even the sect leader finally... knelt down and begged for mercy.

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Jia Qiwen's cold sweat was almost dry, but he came out like he didn't have money.

Then a feeling of incomparable gratitude arose in his heart.

The sect leader has knelt?

That's Du Yuanliang, who has controlled the Qing Sect for 60 years with his own hands and 200,000 disciples... the leader of the Qing Sect.

The underground emperor of the Demon City.
Chapter completed!