Chapter - 3449

"Don't worry, Zeke. I will definitely come to rescue you," Blaze reassured. "Even though you're not on the best terms with Octantis, orthodox and demonic factions have always been at odds. In such a situation, I will save you first."

Touched, Zeke quickly expressed his gratitude, "Thank you so much, Mr. Blaze!"

"No problem!" Blaze casually waved his hand.

Soon after, he sternly warned, "Witch, release your prisoner or bear the consequences!"

Vesper sneered, "You're really just going to believe him just because he said he's kidnapped? What if he willingly joined my side? What then?"

"Willingly joined you?" Blaze hesitated.

At that moment, Octantis glared at Zeke with resentment.

"Blaze!" He turned to Blaze and said politely, "In my opinion, Zeke has definitely betrayed the orthodox sects and joined the demonic cultivators. Look at how full of vigor he is. Does he look like a prisoner at all?"

At that moment, he was dead set on kicking Zeke while the latter was down. He wanted Zeke dead.

Blaze frowned. Though he found Octantis' line of logic sound, something still didn't sit right with him.

Seeing that Blaze didn't immediately believe Zeke had indeed betrayed them, Octantis grew anxious.

He added, "Blaze, this witch is ruthless. Not many survive an encounter with her. The fact that Zeke is alive is simply extraordinary. Look at his makeup and clothes. They are clearly identical to those of a demonic cultivator."

Upon hearing that, Blaze then shifted his focus onto Zeke's clothes.

Upon closer inspection, Blaze found the outfit rather odd, almost effeminate.

"Zeke, what's with your clothes?" Blaze asked hesitantly.

Zeke smiled bitterly. "Mr. Blaze, don't listen to Octantis' nonsense. How can someone like him, who harms his fellow sect members, be trusted? As for my clothes and makeup, I was forced to wear them."

Forced? After a moment of contemplation, Blaze seemed to realize something. He looked at Zeke, sighing. "I'm sorry this happened to you, Zeke. We orthodox sects should've been collaborating with each other from the start. Otherwise, these demonic cultivators wouldn't have succeeded in their ambush."

Upon hearing Blaze's words, Zeke was overwhelmed with gratitude. He found Blaze's words to be incredibly accurate. Indeed, they should have joined forces long ago, whether it was to deal with demonic cultivators or ferocious beasts. Unity was the best approach.

However, Octantis was not pleased.

Octantis was desperately hoping for Zeke's demise. Conveniently, Zeke was in a camp of demonic cultivators. Thus, regardless of whether Zeke betrayed them or not, Octantis was determined to eliminate the former. Only then could Octantis' anger be quenched.

"Blaze, how can you still believe he's one of us? It's clear as day he's a demonic cultivator now!" Octantis earnestly pleaded with Blaze.

However, in response, Blaze merely snorted. "Octantis, I understand that you have issues with Zeke, but you can't just jump to conclusions about him. He's not a demonic cultivator. I reckon he's... Well..."

He found it difficult to continue.

The disciples of the Southern Martial House were taken aback.

Even Zeke was dumbfounded. What on earth is he trying to say?

"Blaze, what exactly are you implying?" Octantis asked, puzzled.

Blaze hesitated for a moment before he sighed. "I think... I think he has been turned into a boy toy."

Upon hearing that, the Southern Martial House members were flabbergasted. Even Octantis' expression stiffened.

"D*mn it." Zeke was on the verge of losing his temper. He thought Blaze would carefully speculate what exactly happened to him, but to his surprise, it turned into a big blunder.

What was worse was that it wasn't a good time for him to speak up, but he had to try anyway.

"Mr. Blaze, listen to me! It isn't what you think!" Zeke said, a touch of anger in his voice. "I'm not a boy toy. I was simply captured by this witch. Vesper deliberately made me appear as a demonic cultivator to have me killed by you all." After Zeke finished speaking, he felt an unkind gaze fixated on him from the side.