"What are you wasting your breath for?" The young man glared at the middle-aged man, who immediately fell silent.
He was right. What did that little bit of friendship matter? They hadn't known Yun Shu's identity before, and they'd only shared a drink once.
They'd finally managed to latch onto the Golden Cauldron Sect. Naturally, they couldn't let this chance slip away.
Still, he couldn't help feeling a little conflicted.
People of the Martial World put righteousness first. But sometimes, when it came to their own futures, righteousness wasn't worth a penny.
Yun Shu gave a faint sigh. "I'm about to die. Can you at least let me die knowing why?"
"What did I do to offend you, that you'd go to such lengths to deal with me?"
Yun Shu glanced at the seal formed by the talismans, then at the young man, his eyes flickering.
The young man could see through Yun Shu's cultivation, but Yun Shu could also vaguely sense his strength.
He seemed to be around the seventh or eighth layer of Qi Refining—Late Stage of Qi Condensation!
Yun Shu's Immortal Path cultivation was just one step short of the Middle Stage of Qi Condensation. Under normal circumstances, with such a huge gap in strength, he could only sit and await his death. He wouldn't have the slightest chance to fight back.
The young man looked at Yun Shu with disdain. "The dead don't deserve to know."
He then moved to attack.
Yun Shu shouted, "Wait!"
The young man's hand paused instinctively.
"There are two hundred Spirit Stones in my Storage Bag. Can they buy my life?" Yun Shu asked, his voice trembling.
As he spoke, he poured out the Spirit Stones one by one. They gleamed crystal-clear, and the pile of more than two hundred stones