But now, he had wasted the last of the magic power in the spirit talisman for nothing, yet still failed to free himself from danger. Perfected Master Tongyu sighed. "Fellow Daoists, though this old man may be unworthy, I am at least the master of a sect. How could I do something like murder and treasure-snatching in a market? Don't you think it's far too absurd? It is obvious someone has framed me."
"Amitabha. It is not that we are unwilling to believe you, benefactor. It is simply that, at this very moment, Perfected Master has appeared in the Gravel Wasteland, which arouses far too much suspicion. That is why we wish to invite you back to the city." Master Conghui pressed his palms together. "You should understand that you cannot escape now. This old monk is willing to swear a Heart Demon Oath: as long as Perfected Master returns with us, before the truth is made clear, I will certainly think of a way to protect your safety, Fellow Daoist."
Perfected Master Tongyu remained silent. Although he was only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, the depth of his scheming was something even Lin Xuan admired in astonishment. How could he stupidly place his fate in someone else's hands?
A Heart Demon Oath?
For low-level immortal cultivators, it did indeed carry a certain deterrent force, but at their level, with a bit of effort, it was entirely possible to avoid being bound by it.
Besides, what did trust and righteousness even count for among immortal cultivators? Never mind that Master Conghui had kindly brows and benevolent eyes—if he had been able to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, how few living beings could have died at his hands?
Perfected Master Tongyu sneered without end.
Sensing its master's will, the Red