Seizing Yan Zi

Ancestor Yuan gave Li Xiuluo a cool glance. "You've given this a lot of thought, Xiuluo. But I had you capture that woman not to replenish my strength. I mean to keep her as a trump card. That villain is the most difficult opponent I've ever encountered."

Li Xiuluo's heart sank. He replied respectfully, "That maid is merely a servant. How could she serve as a trump card? Even if the man surnamed Xu truly values her, who knows how much she'd be worth when life and death are at stake? You've spent so long in cultivation that perhaps you don't know how things are in this world now. The moral climate has declined. Cultivators fight over treasures and opportunities; they'll harm not only their dearest friends, but even their own parents and children. I humbly believe it unwise to rely on a maid as a trump card."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the Yin Soul Fire within Li Xiuluo's yin body flared fiercely. It was an instinctive reaction to being watched by a terrifying presence.

His heart tightened, but he couldn't tell where he'd given himself away.

A chill glinted in the corner of Ancestor Yuan's eye. His handsome face broke into a smile as fierce as a flower in bloom, and he cackled, "It seems that one song, Ten Years of Life and Death, has outweighed a century of friendship between us."

With Xu Yi now a formidable enemy, how could Ancestor Yuan not investigate him thoroughly? After absorbing Marquis Anqing's memories, he believed he'd found Xu Yi's weak spot. At the same time, he secretly scoffed: In this day and age, there was actually such a brilliant, gifted fool.

Li Xiuluo forced down his shock. "Why would you say that, my lord? I do