"Fellow Daoist, I have taken very good care of your family. I did not harm her either. Now, please tell me—where has my daughter gone?"
The middle-aged man stared at Ye Lin, enunciating every word.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, slowly sat down in a chair to the side. He picked up the teacup on the table and looked inside. Hmm, no one had drunk from it.
The next moment, Ye Lin raised the cup and took a drink.
"Zhao Yuyan is dead."
Ye Lin spoke in an airy tone.
Yet those lightly delivered words made the middle-aged man's body sway, and he nearly lost his footing.
"May I ask, was she killed by you, Fellow Daoist?"
The middle-aged man glared at Ye Lin, his eyes brimming with fury.
She had been his only daughter.
He was a Daluo Golden Immortal who had fathered a child in his old age. Though she was a daughter, he had lavished all his affection upon her.
Who knew how difficult it was for a Daluo Golden Immortal to have an heir?
And now, his daughter had actually... died?
"I did not kill her. If I had, I would not have followed your men here."
Ye Lin set down his teacup and replied indifferently.
Ye Lin liked telling the truth.
He truly had not killed her.
"Then... then who killed her? I want his life."
The middle-aged man dropped heavily into the highest seat and said in a deep voice.
"Stop talking. The one who killed your daughter is already dead."
"Your daughter possessed something she should not have possessed and learned things she should not have learned. I trust you noticed something during this period as well, didn't you?"
Ye Lin looked at the middle-aged man and spoke calmly.
At those words, Zhao Qing's brows