"Well?" Li Mingyue leered at Yun Zhuohua and warned, "If her injuries drag on any longer, even immortals won't be able to save her. Whether she lives or dies rests entirely on a single thought from you."
"Young Hall Master~" Elder Wu, gravely wounded and on the verge of death, weakly raised a hand and grabbed Yun Zhuohua's sleeve, shaking her head with difficulty.
Though she was so weak that she no longer had the strength to speak, the refusal in her expression remained resolute. She did not want Yun Zhuohua to sacrifice herself for her sake and let that beast Li Mingyue profit for nothing.
The middle-aged man holding Elder Wu roared at Li Mingyue, "Your Holy Light Purifying World Sect is supposedly a famous, righteous great sect, yet you threaten lives like this. Standing by and refusing to save her—aren't you afraid word will spread and tarnish your sect's reputation?"
Li Mingyue cursed darkly, "When did I threaten anyone? Her injuries aren't something I can treat alone. To save her, I'd need to summon at least three or four elders and have them jointly perform the Holy Light Purifying World Art. But if we do that, our strength will be greatly depleted, and the dangers we face on the road ahead will surely multiply."
"We are neither kin nor friends. If I don't give her some proper status and make her my woman, how am I supposed to persuade my sect's elders?"
Yun Zhuohua glared in fury. Naturally, she knew that Li Mingyue's words were nothing but hypocritical excuses. As the Young Sect Master of the Celestial Light Purifying World Sect, how could he possibly fail to command a few subordinates?
He simply had not tasted any sweetness yet and was unwilling to act for nothing.
"Young Hall