Before any matter of great principle, he would never maintain a playful attitude.
"I'll protect her. I'll give you three breaths to leave."
Ye Lin spoke calmly. At his words, Gao Yixuan's eyes brimmed with delight—she was saved. Meanwhile, the man holding her turned his gaze toward the square-faced man in the distance.
"Fellow Daoist, this woman is someone we were ordered to kill. What you are doing is somewhat against the rules, isn't it?"
The square-faced man said gravely, then advanced toward Ye Lin step by step. Yet the next moment, Ye Lin raised his head and fixed his eyes on him.
"I gave you a chance. You refused it."
As soon as Ye Lin finished speaking, a sword rang out. The three men abruptly widened their eyes and clutched their throats. A thin red line had appeared across each of their necks. In the end, with unwillingness written on their faces, all three collapsed.
"Thank you, Senior, for saving me. Thank you, Senior, for saving me. I am willing to serve you like an ox or a horse to repay you."
Watching the people who had pursued her die, watching the murderers who had slaughtered her adoptive parents and wiped out her family perish, Gao Yixuan could not have been happier.
At this moment, the great vengeance of her loved ones had been avenged.
"Don't be so quick to celebrate. The ones who want to kill you aren't them, but the people behind them."
Seeing Gao Yixuan so overjoyed, Ye Lin reminded her.
Hearing Ye Lin's words, Gao Yixuan's expression changed.
"Why? Who have I offended? Why do they want to kill me?"
Gao Yixuan stared blankly at her hands.
She believed she had never offended anyone in all her life, so why did someone want her dead?