"Xiaoyao, what do you think of this?"
With a wave of Ye Lin's hand, the curved blade flew before Li Xiaoyao. Li Xiaoyao scratched his head as he looked at it, his expression utterly unmoved.
"Don't like it. Doesn't suit my hand. Not violent enough."
Li Xiaoyao shook his head and rattled off three reasons in a row.
"Doesn't suit the hand, not violent enough."
Ye Lin stroked his chin, mulling over Li Xiaoyao's words. Based on those three points, he roughly understood what kind of treasure Li Xiaoyao wanted.
Nothing more than the usual sorts—staffs, broad sabers, spears, hammers, axes, and the like.
Only things like those were violent enough, and best suited Li Xiaoyao's expectations.
"Understood. I'll find one for you next time."
Ye Lin nodded and put the curved blade into his Spatial Ring. Even if he could not use it himself, it was still quite valuable; there was no need to casually throw it away.
After all, among the Star River Cosmos, no cultivator would ever complain about having too many treasures.
"Now that I've caught one, the rest certainly won't get away either."
"Since you were already thinking of killing me, how could I possibly show mercy?"
A trace of chilling killing intent flashed through Ye Lin's eyes. Since these people had come to kill him, there was no need for him to be merciful.
Moreover, aside from Xuan Yong, whom he had imprisoned, all five of them were Stowaways. Killing them would benefit him as well.
Kill one, and there would be one less enemy in the future.
Sure enough, his guess had been right. After he flipped the table and refused to play along, Li Changsheng clearly had no reason to keep up the pretense either, and had released all those Stowaways.
And