Zhang Jue stared at White Horse coldly as he muttered to himself. "You have to pay close attention to every single move that Chester Wilson makes. Inform me of any plan he makes as soon as possible. Understand?"

"Understood, Sir." White Horse nodded like a chick bobbing its head as he agreed.

Who would not choose to live? He could not reject that.

"Master!"

A disciple walked up to them in a hurry with a panicked expression. "Master, Darryl Darby's personal maid and the stone chest are missin