After Biao Cen stopped, only Commander Xiong was still advancing. Xu Yi called out, "Commander Xiong, I came to help you in good faith. Are you really going to ignore my safety? If you kill me, the Jin Brothers will avenge me. Do you think all the spirit herbs filling the mountain should be yours?"
In a flash, Commander Xiong halted too, as if someone had cast a spell to freeze him in place. By now, his forces had been scattered, while Wuji Hall had suffered hardly any losses. He had begun to see the truth of it: had Wuji Hall come to help, or were they hoping to swoop in and profit?
He would have loved to kill Xu Yanzhi on the spot, but after all that effort, letting someone else reap the rewards would be foolish. Rather than kill Xu Yanzhi now, he might as well keep this variable alive for the moment and first find out what the Jin brothers and Meng De were really thinking.
"You've certainly got a silver tongue. With a mouth like that, you'll never go hungry, wherever you end up." Xu Yanzhi's eyes widened when she saw Xu Yi dispel the crisis in just a few words.
Xu Yi sent her a thought. Not going hungry is nothing to brag about.
Xu Yanzhi's face turned cold. "Oh, right. With that honeyed, oily tongue of yours, you're sure to have girls throwing themselves at you. You'll do more than just avoid going hungry." The moment the words left her mouth, a flush suddenly swept across her cheeks. When it came to throwing herself at someone, she seemed to be the one who'd done it most recklessly—risking her life for him more than once.
How could Xu Yi have guessed that Xu Yanzhi's heart