"Spare you?" Lu Yuan tilted his head, as if considering what the words meant. "You're too noisy. You've been ruining my sleep. Tell me, how should we settle this?"
"This junior will compensate you! I'm willing to pay!"
Sun He clung to that lifeline and hurriedly pulled things from his storage pouch. "These are all my savings—three thousand High-grade Spirit Stones! And this Profound Tier Magic Treasure, the Azure Cloud Sword! I'll give them all to you, Senior! I only ask that you spare my life!"
He piled a heap of glittering Spirit Stones and a flying sword wreathed in dazzling light on the ground, his face full of anguish and fear.
Lu Yuan glanced at the offerings on the ground and pursed his lips, looking disgusted.
"That's it? What is this, a handout for beggars?"
Sun He's heart sank.
Lu Yuan stopped paying attention to him and turned to Su Wan'er, greeting her with a kindly smile.
"Little Wan'er."
Su Wan'er jolted and hurriedly answered, "S-Senior, I'm here."
"Look," Lu Yuan said, pointing at Sun He, who was kneeling on the ground, and the disciple beside him, who was already too scared to move. "These two are too noisy, and they tried to steal your things. What do you think we should do with them?"
He had actually left the decision to Su Wan'er. The decision?
Those words crashed into Su Wan'er's mind like two bolts of thunder, throwing her already blank thoughts into even greater confusion.
She instinctively looked at Sun He, kneeling on the ground.
Just a moment ago, the man had been looking down on her from on high. The greed and lechery in his eyes had clung to her like thick poison, filling her with dread.
Every word he had spoken had been like a