Bab 542: Making A Name For Oneself

"Then now," I said as I turned to the frozen stiff Madam Zha, "I guess this is enough to showcase that I'm entitled to an explanation," I spoke with as much arrogance as a cultivator at the peak could demand.

Biting her tongue, and realizing that she was in deep shit, Madam Zha spoke, "Whatever you need, whatever you want, the Black Tower will offer it." She said.

"Good, then, first things first, find out where that fucker died, how he died, and who was responsible for his death," I said.

"As you command," she said as more of her skin was still cracking and falling.