Put on a bit of an act—she couldn't let these two think she'd killed them easily.
Though killing them really hadn't been all that difficult.
Jin Yao instinctively wanted to take out some healing pills, but when her hand touched her Storage Bag, she remembered that all her pills had been used up within the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Her guilt deepened.
There were countless cultivators in the Azure Origin Sect, but fellow cultivators like Bai Lan were truly rare.
People's hearts in the cultivation world were treacherous and sinister, yet she had never imagined there were still people in this world so pure and kind.
"Fellow Cultivator Bai truly has the heart of a hero!" Jin Qianze cupped his hands in salute, his expression grateful.
Bai Lan waved a hand. "You're too polite. Saving one person is saving someone; saving two is saving someone too."
"Oh, right, Fellow Cultivator Jin. This is what I found on that Black-robed cultivator just now." Bai Lan handed over the token.
Jin Qianze took the token. When his eyes fell upon the gold character etched on it, he gritted his teeth. "Hmph. Those ambitious, wolf-hearted elders used to know enough to hire rogue cultivators with no traceable background to secretly attack my sister and me. Now, they can't even be bothered to hide it."
"That expression of yours, Fellow Cultivator Jin... Could this matter be troublesome? Even with the token as evidence, you still can't expose that person?" Bai Lan frowned.
"No. I have my suspicions about which collateral-branch elder wants my sister and me dead. It's just..." Jin Qianze let out a long sigh. "You may not know this, Fellow Cultivator, but the current family head is my father. Though Father's cultivation has reached the Core Formation stage, his lifespan... has little remaining."