Xie Lingyun’s begging made the Jiuli race’s disciples look at him scornfully. Who would have thought that the master of the Chess Sect was such a coward in front of death? He was even willing to become a slave of his mortal enemy!1

“I already said that I would write my name backwards if I let you leave here alive!” Long Chen’s voice was colder than ice.0

Xie Lingyun still didn’t give up, continuing to beg for mercy. “Dean Long Chen… The Chess Sect comes from the High Firmament Academy. You are a dean of the High Firmament Academy… Can you really not give us a chance to start anew? If I die and the Yin-Yang Board is destroyed, the Chess Sect’s countless disciples will be devoured by the other major factions. They are innocent…”1

Long Chen sneered. He’d seen way too much for this kind of weak guilt trip to work on him. “Oh, so now you remember that I am a dean of the High Firmament Academy? Now you know...1