As the universally known ruler of When to Return City, Yin Xiulin had kept a low profile from beginning to end.
Yet Su Yi still refused.
"Let's talk about it later."
He strode off into the distance.
They were not close to begin with; even if they drank and feasted together, it would ultimately be dull and pointless.
"Su, wait a moment. We can't let the spoils of battle go to waste."
As Cui Jingyan spoke, she deftly gathered up the spoils from the Martial Arts Arena before following Su Yi away.
Yin Xiulin did not try to keep them. Only after watching Su Yi and Cui Jingyan disappear did this formidable expert of the Profound Darkness Realm visibly relax.
It was as though he had been bearing some kind of pressure all along.
"What are you still sitting there for? Get up."
Yin Xiulin glanced at the Ink Dress Girl, who had collapsed onto the ground.
"Yes."
Only then did the Ink Dress Girl dare to rise.
"May I ask, my lord, just who was that Young Master?"
Someone could not help but ask in a low voice.
Yin Xiulin's expression was complicated. "You only need remember that he is my lifesaver."
The crowd fell silent.
"Old Weng, do you feel any resentment in your heart?"
Yin Xiulin turned his gaze toward Weng Xuanshan.
Weng Xuanshan hurriedly said, "This subordinate feels only lingering fear. I would never dare harbor any resentment."
Yin Xiulin nodded. "You truly ought to feel fortunate."
Fortunate?
Weng Xuanshan froze. Then he caught the implication, and a chill ran through his heart. Cold sweat drenched his back.
Clearly, in the City Lord's view, the fact that he had survived before that blue-robed youth today was already cause for celebration!
"Fellow Daoist Xing, would you and