Rumbling explosions kept pounding in their ears. Yet for Baisuan Pavilion, defeat was only a matter of time. In sect conflicts, high-level combat power was often the chief deciding factor. Their loss lay in lacking any Nascent Soul Realm cultivators.
"Little girl, obediently surrender, and this old man can spare your life." The old man with a childlike face and crane-white hair had a face full of lecherous wickedness.
Lu Ying'er's expression was ugly to the extreme. The other party was in the Nascent Soul Realm, worlds apart from her own cultivation, but surrendering without resistance was something she would rather die than do.
If she was to be used as the other party's cauldron, she might as well have her soul scattered and dispersed.
She only hated that she had been anxious for a moment, only to end up in this dead end with no hope of survival.
Thinking back to when she had first stepped onto the path of immortality, her aptitude had been mediocre. If not for Young Master looking upon her with favor and caring for her, forget the great road of the Golden Core—even whether she could have reached Foundation Establishment had been unknown.
Lu Ying'er was grateful from the bottom of her heart, yet before she had ever repaid Young Master, she had already fallen into a certain-death situation.
"Little girl, how have you considered? This old man has no time to slowly wear away with you." Impatience appeared on the old man's face, his gaze sweeping over the young woman's body without the slightest restraint.
Lu Ying'er's face was filled with disgust. With a flick of her jade hand, a delicate little bracelet flew out. It was snow-white, yet faintly carried some pale-green patterns. Its style was ancient and simple. Leaving aside its