"Miss, since you know perfectly well you can't escape, why insist on resisting? A mantis trying to stop a carriage gains nothing. If you're willing to let yourself be bound, we absolutely won't make things difficult for you."
A somewhat hoarse voice entered her ears, yet its tone was filled with sincerity. The speaker was a black-robed cultivator with a square face, though evil energy seeped from his entire body.
"Hmph, let myself be bound? Do you take this fairy for an idiot? I have no grudge or enmity with any of you, so why did you attack me?"
Ye Ping'er was no longer the Rogue Cultivator who had just stepped onto the path a hundred years ago. A century of wind and rain had taught her to distinguish the dangers of the human heart. These three shameless bastards simply wanted to rob her of wealth and beauty. Let herself be bound? That would be no different from sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth.
Ye Ping'er wasn't stupid. How could she possibly do such a foolish thing?
"You three are Core Condensation Realm cultivators as well. Why stoop to such petty villainy? Buddha says the sea of suffering is boundless, yet turning back is the shore. We have no grudge or enmity. Don't push people too far." Ye Ping'er spoke coldly. As she talked, she took a fiery-red talisman from her robes and slapped it over her wound; the flow of blood immediately slowed.
Yet inwardly, she faintly sensed something was wrong. Why would the other side simply allow her to dress her wound?
Could they truly have discovered their conscience and decided to stop?
Before that thought had fully turned over in her mind, she felt a wave of numb itching spread from the wound.
It was extremely