"Fellow Daoist, let me go. I'll give you the Heavenly Traverse Pearl. If you like it, take it and play with it. It's fine."
The young man continued to smile.
Though he seemed to be smiling, his heart was bleeding.
He had made it this far entirely because of the Heavenly Traverse Pearl.
He, Zhao, had been wise and brilliant all his life, yet now he was about to fall here. He refused to accept it—he truly refused to accept it!
"Oh? Wouldn't that make your heart ache too much?"
Ye Lin raised a brow and looked at him with a half-smile.
"Not at all, not at all. If Fellow Daoist likes it, just take it and play with it. Take it—it's worthless anyway."
"Worthless, worthless."
The moment the young man finished speaking, a streak of sword light flashed.
Then the lower half of his body was gone.
It vanished into thin air.
"This Heavenly Traverse Pearl was clearly mine all along. What are you talking about, giving it to me or not?"
"Yes, yes, it was always yours. I remembered wrong, remembered wrong."
The young man forced down his rage and replied with a grin.
Ye Lin slowly placed his hand atop the young man's head.
"F-Fellow Daoist, don't, don't. Really, don't. We can talk this out, talk this out properly. There's no need for this."
As though he had guessed what Ye Lin intended to do, the young man immediately begged for mercy.
"Fellow Daoist, big brother, father, grandfather, I'm begging you. I don't want to die. Keep me alive—I know what this place is. I can be your guide."
"Really, I can help you leave this place. Please, I'm begging you."
"I really..."
Suddenly, incomparably terrifying Primordial Spirit power surged from Ye Lin's hand.
The man before