After hearing Lu Yin's words, Bai Teng flew into a rage. He hated being called a puppet more than anything. He was about to retort when something occurred to him, and he stared at Lu Yin. "Bai Su is acting sect master?"
Lu Yin nodded. "He's working very well with Wu Yao, that Half-Ancestor from your Cold Immortal Sect. He's really enjoying the feeling of being sect master."
Bai Teng clenched his fists. Bai Su—what right did he have to be acting sect master? He was even more of a puppet than Bai Teng.
The Cold Immortal Sect had appointed Bai Su acting sect master so quickly. They hadn't even considered rescuing Bai Teng. The more he thought about it, the angrier and more resentful he became. Suddenly, he glared at Lu Yin. "What did the Duan Yi Association offer you? I'll give you twice as much. Just let me go, and I'll not only double their offer, I'll also get you into the Cold Immortal Sect. You should know that my daughter is Bai Xian'er—Bai Xian'er!"
At the mention of Bai Xian'er, Lu Yin's expression changed. His eyes filled with apprehension.
"Back then, who in the entire starry sky hadn't heard of Flower Rain? If you dare kill me, Bai Xian'er will never let you off. Why do you think the Duan Yi Association had you make a move? They're full of experts, and Old Qiu is a Half-Ancestor. They could easily have captured me themselves. They sent you so you'd take the fall, and they could quench Bai Xian'er's anger through you," Bai Teng said.
Lu Yin frowned. "I can tell Bai Xian'er that the Duan Yi Association sent me."
"You're too naive. The Duan Yi Association has enormous influence. They'll find out ahead of time when Bai