"Don't be in such a hurry, Fellow Daoist Yan. I certainly won't ask you to help for nothing. I wonder if this item is enough to make you act just once."
Yang Tian held a black-and-white stone in his hand, a faintly mocking smile on his face.
The moment Yan Yu saw the black stone, his expression changed. He waved his hand, and the two True Immortal cultivators standing behind Yang Tian respectfully bowed before turning and withdrawing.
"Fellow Daoist Yang Tian, it isn't that I won't help. You know what concerns I have. We're both clever people—there's no need to spell everything out."
Yan Yu sighed and sat back down, though his eyes drifted, intentionally or otherwise, toward the item in Yang Tian's hand.
Noticing Yan Yu's little movements, the corners of Yang Tian's lips rose slightly.
"Of course I know your concerns. But think about it, Fellow Daoist. When a man dies, his lamp goes out. Once he is dead, won't all your lingering worries vanish?"
"You only need to help me find him. When the time comes, I will personally deal with him. Since I have come looking for him with such great fanfare, naturally I have my own methods. When that time comes, you will not be implicated in the slightest."
"I wonder whether Fellow Daoist would be willing to do me this small favor. If you help, I will present this item to you with both hands."
Yang Tian lightly tossed the stone in his hand as he spoke, while Yan Yu continued to struggle inwardly.
This alone showed just how great the item's allure was to him.
"Fellow Daoist Yang Tian, you should go back. The Yin-Yang Sacred Land does not belong to me alone. I will not drag the entire Yin-Yang Sacred Land