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He paused, meeting the suddenly brightened eyes of the Dragon Clan experts and Amitabha's instantly darkened gaze, then smiled.

"How about this? I'll hand the right to deal with White Lotus Boy... over to the Dragon Clan, my friends. After all, Ao Lie's grudge is the Dragon Clan's grudge. As for how to settle this karmic bond, I trust the Dragon Clan has its own considerations. What do you all think?"

Lin Zhu held up White Lotus Boy's battered primordial spirit, its limbs ruined, riddled with holes, its glow dim and miserable. Before everyone's eyes, he even gave it a light shake, as though displaying a piece of "merchandise" awaiting disposal.

He had his own calculations. White Lotus Boy was a hot potato. Killing him outright would certainly be satisfying, but it might make Amitabha bear a permanent grudge, and if Lin Zhu did it himself, he would inevitably shoulder part of the karmic bond.

But handing him to the Dragon Clan... that would naturally be the best way to kill with a borrowed knife, while also making the Dragon Clan owe him another small favor. He was alone and outnumbered, after all. Dirty work like this was best left to the aggrieved party.

The moment Amitabha heard that Lin Zhu intended to hand White Lotus Boy over to the Dragon Clan, he panicked.

Before this, he had endured the pain of being extorted for so many treasures. Aside from calming the Dragon Clan's fury, he had not been without hopes of saving White Lotus Boy's life. But if Lin Zhu handed him over to the murderous Dragon Clan now, how could he possibly meet a good end? Being burned in a sky lantern would be the least of it!

"Benefactor Lin, wait!"

Amitabha hurriedly spoke, his voice carrying a