"Threaten you? Fellow Daoist, you overstate it. This old man knows you are not to be trifled with, but my Spirit Race is not something anyone may knead and pinch at will either. What I mean is, turning weapons of war into gifts of jade would benefit both you and me. Once we come to blows, the arrow will be loosed from the bow, and turning back will be difficult."
The old man with a child's face and crane-white hair spoke slowly.
"Fellow Daoist's words are exactly what I had in mind. Lin does not wish to make an enemy of your noble race either. So long as this fellow Daoist returns with me, everything can naturally be discussed."
"Impossible. The Saintess of my Spirit Race will never again become another's servant. Even if the Asura King came back to life, there would be no room for discussion." The Spirit Race Ancestor's brows furrowed, and he spoke with displeasure.
Lin Xuan sighed and did not continue trying to persuade him.
With matters having reached this point, more words were useless. The Immortal Cultivation world was full of bloody storms and foul rains; wagging one's tongue served no purpose. In the end, the truth still had to be seen in what one could do with one's hands.
Neither side said anything more, and the atmosphere in the air seemed to freeze all at once.
Then the void blurred, and those low-rank Spirit Race members actually vanished completely. They were only at Dongxuan and Lihe, and in a battle of this level, they could not be of any help.
Lin Xuan saw it, but acted as if he had not. He made no unnecessary move. With his temperament, he had never liked injuring the innocent to begin with. This was perfect;