Xu Yi pointed at Feng Biao. "Xiao Yan, Elder Feng and Desolate Ancestor are as close as brothers who've shared life and death. If anything comes up, you can tell him and have him contact me. All right, you and I are fated to meet again someday. Keep up your cultivation, and don't squander this heaven-sent opportunity."
Yan Zi instantly understood what he meant by "as close as brothers who've shared life and death." She nodded solemnly, and the image vanished as the Ruyi Pearl returned to normal.
Feng Biao, meanwhile, collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.
At Xu Yi's words, he finally understood that his life had been spared. Even if he was now under someone else's control, at least he was still alive.
At that moment, being alive was the most wonderful thing in the world.
Xu Yi didn't even look at Feng Biao. "You know why I spared your life. You can study the restriction inside you when you get back. If you want to die, that's easy enough, but if you want a quick and painless death, that'll be much harder. I won't waste any more words. Take care, Brother Feng. I'll have people make regular, discreet visits to the Thousand Illusions Sect. I won't let us lose touch."
With that, Xu Yi blurred and vanished.
The moon hung high in the night sky, a waning crescent like a hook. Xu Yi returned to Guanglong Hall, where Desolate Ancestor was pacing anxiously in the courtyard. The instant he saw Xu Yi return unharmed, the old man's orange-peel face relaxed.
"Young Master, the more I think about it, the more suspicious it seems. Wasn't Old Su's arrival a little too timely? The Thousand Illusions Sect is quite a distance from here. Why would Feng