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"What did you say?" Xiao Qiang frowned and asked.
Zeng Guang burst into loud laughter, his expression brimming with smugness as he said, "Originally, I planned to hand over your corpse to Long Jingtian after your death, but now I've changed my mind. If I hand you over alive, he will surely send a few cultivators to protect me. Upon my return to the northeast, I could easily claim my godfather's wealth, and those people wouldn't be able to say anything."
"In that case, forget about owing me a favor. As a token of gratitude for saving me, I won't kill you," Xiao Qiang said indifferently, without any sign of anger.
Zeng Guang seemed to hear something hilarious, his expression extremely weird and his face turning vicious: "You think you're still the revered immortal among men, but now you're nothing more than a dead dog. I can easily control your fate."