Yun Chan heard this and felt as if her heart were being torn apart. "Master, no! That's the foundation of the Qingyun Sect!"
"What does the foundation matter?" Yun Tianxing gave a bitter laugh. "If everyone's gone, what use is a foundation?"
Lu Yuan watched the master and disciple with interest, silently weighing his options. The Qingyun Sect's manuals and techniques would indeed be useful to him, but more importantly, he needed an obedient tool.
Yun Chan had decent talent. If he could completely subdue her, she would surely become a capable assistant in the future.
And the best way to do that was to make her utterly despair and sever all her attachments.
At the thought, Lu Yuan's lips curled into a cold smile. "That's a tempting offer, but I refuse."
Yun Tianxing's expression changed. "You... You're going back on your word!"
"I never promised you anything," Lu Yuan said indifferently. "Besides, compared to you dead, Yun Chan alive is more valuable to me."
He turned his gaze back to Yun Chan. "One last chance. Kill him, or watch me slowly torture him to death."
The blood-red orb revolved in Lu Yuan's palm, its pressure making the entire cave tremble. This time, he didn't hurry to act. He wanted to savor the process of tormenting them.
Yun Chan looked at her master's pallid face, then at Lu Yuan's confident expression. The anger in her heart erupted like a volcano.
"Enough!" She gritted her teeth and stood up, ignoring the sharp pain in her chest. "I accept!"
Yun Chan stood in the middle of the cave, the wound in her chest making every breath feel like a knife slicing through her. But at that moment, the agony in her heart far outweighed the pain in her body.
"Good." Lu Yuan