"No, you keep them." Lin Xuan shook his head and spoke, much to Lu Ying'er's surprise.
"What?" Shock appeared on the young girl's face. Leaving the Corpse Demon aside for the moment, Pangolin was a Demon Race member at the late Transformation stage.
Lin Xuan, however, did not care. He had always been a generous person, especially toward his own people.
Though after the Corpse Demon had devoured a large number of cultivators' Nascent Souls, it was now close to advancing, it was still only at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, and Pangolin had problems with his intelligence, so he would not be of much help to him.
After all, Lin Xuan's strength was already comparable to Lihe, and Yue'er also far surpassed ordinary late-stage cultivators.
With master and servant joining hands, they were already like strung pearls and joined jade discs, perfectly matched. Taking Pangolin and the Corpse Demon back would simply be redundant.
He could not possibly remain forever at Baisuan Pavilion's main altar—strictly speaking, he would be leaving before long. And Cloud Province was a place of crouching tigers and hidden dragons; the ten puppets he had brought from Heavenly Ingenuity Sect alone were clearly not enough. Thus Lin Xuan decided to leave Pangolin and the Corpse Demon to the girls as well.
"Thank you, Young Master. You're... too good to us."
Lu Ying'er's face was full of gratitude. The road of immortal cultivation was filled with deception and schemes; even between master and disciple, there were countless cases of mutual plotting.
Yet Lin Xuan had treated her with benevolence and righteousness to the utmost.
Unfortunately, her cultivation was shallow and she had no way to help the Young Master. Otherwise, even if her body were smashed to powder and her bones crushed to pieces, Lu Ying'er