The Nascent Soul's face was filled with terror, its eyes ashen and dead; it did not even dare use Teleportation.
Because that eerie mist had already turned into a cage, locking it inside. If it made the slightest strange move, the mist would surely pounce like a gale sweeping away scattered clouds.
Its physical body's fate was laid out right there. At a time like this, any provocative move was little different from courting death.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. His figure flashed, and he flew over.
"Fellow Daoist, spare me! This old man was only blinded by greed for a moment, lard clogging my heart, and that was why I coveted Fellow Daoist's blessed land and wanted to seize it. I was wrong. As long as Fellow Daoist lets me go, I will pay a generous price to atone to you." The Nascent Soul's babbling voice entered his ears. At this moment, what was dignity worth? Staying alive was what mattered most.
Yet Lin Xuan's face showed neither surprise nor joy. How could words like these possibly shake his resolve?
Let it go?
What a joke.
If he had not cultivated the secret art of the Second Nascent Soul, allowing his Nascent Soul to leave his body and handle miscellaneous matters even at the crucial moment of breaking through a bottleneck, then once the other party broke through the island's restrictions, what would become of Hundred Herb Sect and himself? Lin Xuan knew better than anyone.
Lin Xuan had no intention of playing Mr. Nanguo. Better to kill wrongly than let one slip by. Besides, since the other party dared attack Black Wind Island, he should have had the awareness that he would pay the price for it.
Lin Xuan was in no