"What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist Lu? I wonder, where have I offended you?"
Han Lin's expression changed several times. Ever since Lu Xiaotian had left several months ago, he had felt as though he were being watched. During this time, Han Lin had not been without thoughts of leaving, but Lu Wushuang, that great cultivator, kept a close eye on him. There were also Luo Qian, Niu Kun, and Qiao Lan, whose strength was no weaker than his own. With such a disparity in power, how could he dare make any unusual move? He had originally thought that after Lu Xiaotian returned, he would accompany him to the ancient tomb and find a chance to escape then. He had never expected that after waiting several months, this would be the answer he received.
"You nearly played me for a fool. I'm too lazy to pursue what happened before. Refine the Profound Corpse Radiant Gold into the refined corpse right here—or die!" Lu Xiaotian said bluntly.
The expression on Han Lin's withered face changed dramatically. He knew the chill in Lu Xiaotian's eyes all too well. The other party had actually already seen through his scheme.
"You actually dared deceive Brother Lu. You've got quite some nerve, boy." Niu Kun looked at Han Lin maliciously.
It seemed that the silver-haired young man had consulted some expert proficient in the Way of Refined Corpses during the time he had been away. Otherwise, he would not have changed so drastically. If he refused now, he truly might not make it past this hurdle. Han Lin drew a breath and said stiffly, "Establishing a place rich in corpse-ghost energy will require me to prepare for some time. But after it's done—"
"After it's done, you may leave on your own. As