Jia Zhengjing looked down at the knife in his hand, his emotions on the verge of collapse.

"Please, spare my life. I'll tell you everything, I'll say everything..." Jia Zhengjing trembled all over, kneeling on the ground, begging Xiao Tian for mercy.

He didn't care whether Xiao Tian was listening or not, and like pouring beans, he spilled everything out.

Beside him, Long Qiudao had already set up an array formation in an instant, inscribing spirit stone crystals to record everything.