As he spoke, he secretly wiped away cold sweat, stealing glances at Lin Xuan's expression. After all, his opponent's strength was unfathomable; most likely, with a wave of his hand, he could turn him to flying ash and scattered smoke.
Faced with a high-level immortal cultivator like this, how could he dare be careless? He prayed nonstop in his heart. After all, everyone only had one life, and in a certain sense, immortal cultivators feared death even more than mortals.
"Take your leave? When did I ever say you could leave?"
Lin Xuan's cold voice came over. When those gold-robed cultivators heard it, their faces could not help turning the color of earth. Only after taking deep breaths did they finally suppress the impulse to flee at all costs.
"Senior, we juniors have not offended you. As the saying goes, Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. We beg you to raise your noble hand and spare us."
A thud entered the ear. With things having reached this point, the leader of the gold-robed cultivators could no longer care about face. He turned around and performed a great formal bow to Lin Xuan.
"That's right, Senior. The few of us merely met you by chance. Toward you, whether in word or deed, we have never offended you..."
Another person also spoke with a face full of grief. With things having reached this point, even the short man who had spoken rudely just now was now filled with terror. At this moment, he finally came back to his senses, and was even more frightened than his companions, trembling like chaff in a sieve.
"Heaven does have the virtue of cherishing life. However, if I let you go, only Heaven knows whether, after escaping danger, you will turn around and bite me