Even with Lin Xuan's depth of shrewdness, he could not help clicking his tongue inwardly. He had seen plenty of cultivators afraid of death, but fear of death to this degree could truly be called a sight that made one sigh in wonder.
Putting aside the difference in strength for the moment, for someone of his Dongxuan Realm to address Lin Xuan, a Lihe Realm cultivator, as "Senior" was certainly something without precedent.
"Why should I let you go? Back then, if Lin had not been blessed with great fortune and a tenacious life, I would have died by your hand long ago," Lin Xuan said coldly.
"Yes, that was because this junior had eyes but failed to see. It was my fault."
As the Nascent Soul spoke, it kowtowed again and again. "The grave mistake has already been made, and regret comes too late, but this junior is willing to compensate you."
"Compensate me?" Lin Xuan's expression froze in surprise.
"Exactly. As long as Senior spares me, this junior is willing to acknowledge you as my master, to be your slave for life, and to serve at your command. Though my strength is low, I am still in the Dongxuan Realm, after all. Even if I only guard your cultivation cave, I should be of great use to Master."
"Hmph. What you say is not wrong. However, you and I both know that even if you acknowledge me as master, it is only a choice forced by desperation. Since it is not sincere, loyalty is out of the question. Lin has no interest in keeping an enemy at his side. Perhaps one day you would turn guest into host, and when that time came, would I not have nowhere to cry?" Lin Xuan was no fledgling cultivator who had