C177 Let the Iron Mask Gang Go!

Damn, they were messing with me, first claiming Shen Faang was dead, then saying he wasn't.

If Zheng Ziqing were still in fighting shape, he'd cut down this person, Shen Faang's intervention notwithstanding.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't lie to someone on their deathbed."

Sensing Zheng Ziqing's disbelief, the boss spoke again, the ice crystal in his palm swiftly morphing into a chilling dagger