"Three mid-stage Earth Immortals and one late-stage Earth Immortal. What a lavish lineup."
Ye Lin thought to himself. If things were truly as Ye Lingxi had said, then such a lineup was indeed extravagant for the Northern Frontier.
"Hand over what you have, and I can spare your life."
The three black-robed cultivators surrounded Ye Lin and Ye Lingxi. The sole gold-robed cultivator stood in the air with his hands behind his back. His golden mask obscured his features, leaving only an exceedingly cold voice to be heard.
"It's no use. I've already read it—the message has completely entered my mind."
Ye Lingxi shook her head helplessly. Ever since hearing Ye Lin's analysis, she had stopped treating it as anything important. If it had truly been some kind of object, she would have gotten rid of it long ago.
But unfortunately, the thing had turned into a streak of light and entered her mind the moment she opened it. Even if she wanted to hand it over, she couldn't.
"What did it say? Speak."
The gold-robed cultivator's expression turned cold, and an unquestionable voice came from beneath the mask.
"Three Rivers."
Ye Lingxi calmly spoke the two words. At this point, there was no use concealing it anymore. It wasn't as if saying it would cost her a pound of flesh.
Besides, she had never imagined that Mistveil Sect would even send out a gold-robed assassin to hunt her down. Just how highly did they think of her?
"Three Rivers. So that's it. Very good. But this matter cannot be known by a second person. Unfortunately, the two of you already know it. And so, I have always believed that dead men are the best at keeping secrets."
After speaking, the gold-robed cultivator reached out with his right hand and