Li Miaolin

Liu Huaien was left somewhat speechless by the question. After two breaths of silence, he said, "You are rather bold. You used yourself as bait to enter this game so that your northern branch could smoothly intervene in the south. Aren't you afraid of bringing about your own death?"

Li Miaolin smiled without immediately answering. Instead, he first glanced at the Qi practitioner guiding them beside him. The latter was clever enough to step aside.

Watching the departing Qi practitioner, Liu Huaien frowned slightly, wondering whether he should eliminate him, when Li Miaolin said, "They have long since been secretly refined into Puppets by me. Also, Fellow Daoist, do not think of making me fall into my own trap, because True Monarch Changqing likely would not trust me."

He then looked toward Lu Shan and the others. Their right hands were already forming hand seals, ready to strike at any moment. Clearly, they did not trust Li Miaolin, so Li Miaolin did not invite them into the courtyard for tea.

"As for the deadly danger Fellow Daoist mentioned, I truly considered it again and again. But compared with entering the Southern Cultivation World's game this time, a little danger is worth braving. If things truly prove impossible, I can always kneel and beg for mercy. Your Daoist Wanzhi has some friendship with my Master. So long as I beg for mercy, I presume she will spare my life."

Upon hearing this, Liu Huaien looked Li Miaolin up and down twice more, then smiled. "You are quite an interesting person. If the chance comes, I'll seek you out and drink a few cups with you."

Li Miaolin replied with a smile, "Fellow Daoist would not be like those fools from Linshui Prefecture, would you? You do not truly think Secluded Cultivation