The gray-robed cultivator's face instantly drained of all color. Seeing Lin Xuan raise his hand, he suddenly let out a terrified shriek. "Senior, please show mercy! If you spare me, it will be of great benefit to you."
"Oh?" Lin Xuan's expression stirred when he heard this. He gathered his power but did not release it. In any case, the other party was already something in his bag; he might as well hear what he had to say.
The gray-robed cultivator let out a breath, raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead, while his mind began rapidly organizing his thoughts.
"If my guess is correct, the Corpse Demon entrenched here has already been exterminated by Senior."
"Correct. What is that Corpse Demon's origin? Do you know anything?"
"This..." A trace of hesitation appeared on the gray-robed cultivator's face, but it was quickly replaced by resolve. "I will not hide it from Senior. This demon was the previous-generation ancestor of my Ning Family. Because his lifespan was nearing its end, he cultivated some strange evil art and transformed himself into a Corpse Demon..."
This man laid out everything he knew to Lin Xuan, one detail after another.
"At least you're clever." Lin Xuan lowered his hand. He had knowingly asked the question because he intended to test him. If this man had lied to deceive him, then his end would have been to lie dead on the spot.
The gray-robed cultivator breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had gambled correctly. Since his little life was held in the other party's hands, he could not harbor the slightest fluke.
If he was honest and obedient, perhaps there was still a chance he could live.
"You said just now that sparing your life would be of great benefit to