On the way to the hospital, Jia Qiwen finally couldn't help his curiosity and asked Lao Lu:

"Lao Lu, that boy... who is Mr. Su?"

Lao Lu shuddered and smiled bitterly, seeming to be lost in memories.

After a long while, he shook his head in shock and felt lost:

"You should know what happened in the Magic City Main Hall five years ago, right?"

Jia Qiwen's originally curious face lost all color in an instant, and he blurted out in a trembling voice:

"Is it him?"

Lao Lu smiled bitterly and said:

"Yes, it was him. Eight of the top ten priests in the main hall died, and more than 300 people died with the Double Red Stick. I escaped by pretending to be dead, and even the sect leader finally... knelt down and begged for mercy.

"

Jia Qiwen's body was almost dry with cold sweat, but it broke out as if he didn't want money anymore.

Immediately, a feeling of great joy arose in his heart.

Are all the sect masters kneeling?

That was Du Yuanliang, who had controlled the Qingmen for sixty years and had two hundred thousand disciples...the master of the Qingmen.

The underground emperor of the magical city.
Chapter completed!