Jian Wushuang had originally thought his plan was perfect, but unforeseen changes had resulted in the current situation.
He had forgotten how long it had been since he last apologized to anyone.
The last time seemed to have been in the Northern Spacetime.
At the Qishen Temple!
Years had passed in the blink of an eye.
And now, he was apologizing to a mere mortal.
Hu San, lying on the ground, believed his end was near. He spoke coldly, "Jian Wushuang, I don't blame you. Just kill me!"
"You're overthinking it. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have bandaged your wounds," Jian Wushuang replied with a faint smile.
He casually took out a money pouch from his bosom.