"You..."
Zong Ying's eyes widened. His voice trembled as he spoke, unable to believe what he was feeling.
He had already exerted every ounce of strength, yet he still could not break free from Gu An's grasp. And it was more than merely being unable to escape—he could not even unleash his power. Under normal circumstances, if a Body Integration Realm cultivator's power erupted, this entire Medicine Valley would collapse in an instant.
His physical strength and spiritual power could not leave his body. An unimaginable force suppressed every part of him. He had never felt so stifled and humiliated before.
He was a Body Integration Realm cultivator!
He could come and go freely throughout the Nine Dynasties Land!
Despair filled Zong Ying's heart. He realized his boat was about to capsize, but he did not want to die!
"Senior, spare my life!" Zong Ying gritted out, utterly devoid of the backbone expected of a Body Integration Realm cultivator.
Gu An had already used his own spiritual power to seal off the surrounding space, ensuring that their voices could not be heard outside.
He had a rough guess about Zong Ying's identity, so he did not immediately strike to kill. He asked, "Give me a reason not to kill you."
Even now, Zong Ying had not developed any hostility toward Gu An. He had probably been scared out of his wits.
"I am known as the Ghost Thief... I came to steal the Mystic Clarity Tree not for myself, but for all the ordinary people under heaven... Senior, since you are an expert of the Taixuan Sect, you should understand the disparity in resources within the cultivation world. The Taixuan Sect occupies far too many cultivation resources. Spiritual energy among the common people is scarce, and those without prominent family