This old fellow had been at the eighth layer of the Golden Immortal realm in his prime. If he recovered to his peak, then Gu Qingzhi and he absolutely would not be able to stop him.
For all they knew, their entire group might end up dead.
So... here came the problem.
"Senior, you are at the eighth layer of Golden Immortal. If we let you recover even a little of your strength, our safety cannot be guaranteed."
After so long, Ye Lin had already thoroughly figured out this old fellow's condition.
The old fellow was currently in a state neither fully alive nor dead.
He looked as though he could still speak and had not died yet, but in truth, he had long since become unable to move. Even a slight movement would consume his vital essence, and he simply could not withstand such strain.
Yet if Gu Qingzhi and he allowed the old fellow to recover even a trace—even only a trace—of his strength, neither of their safety could be guaranteed.
Throughout the entire exchange, Ye Lin was the one speaking with the old man. Gu Qingzhi merely stood to the side and watched quietly, though the movements of her hands had long been prepared.
The instant the old man made the slightest improper move, she could strike at once.
"Heh, you little brat are quite the clever little ghost. This old man has no need to deceive a child like you."
"Since you do not trust this old man, then hurry up and scram. You are not welcome here. This old man shall remain here alone and quietly await death."
The old man looked at Ye Lin and cursed him without the slightest mercy, not leaving Ye Lin any face at all.
"You are right. If that