"Fellow Daoist, I beg you—Chunxin truly begs you. The one outside is Chunxin's senior brother. We are from the Supreme Sword Sect."
"My senior brother and I descended the mountain under our sect's orders to suppress evil fiends, but we happened to encounter enemies seeking vengeance along the way, and that was how we fell into this plight."
"My senior brother deliberately drew them away to buy me a sliver of hope for survival."
"I beg Fellow Daoist to save my senior brother. Chunxin is willing to pay any price—even to become your servant or offer myself to you, I would not hesitate."
Chunxin slammed her head heavily against the ground and cried out.
Her miserable voice echoed through the cave, sounding as pitiful as pitiful could be.
Yet Ye Lin remained unmoved from beginning to end.
With a thought from Ye Lin, a strand of Sword Qi hovered above Chunxin's head.
The Sword Qi bared its edge, breathing out an incomparably dangerous aura, while Ye Lin's gaze gradually turned dangerous as well.
"The three breaths are up. You did not leave. You deserve to die."
As Ye Lin's words fell, the Sword Qi suddenly plunged down, slashing straight for Chunxin's head.
"Fellow Daoist, I am willing to offer you compensation! Chunxin is willing to give you all her possessions—I only ask that Fellow Daoist intervene this once!"
Chunxin suddenly cried out anxiously.
The moment those words were spoken, the Sword Qi came to an abrupt halt. At that moment, it was less than a foot from Chunxin's head.
Feeling the threat of death pressing against the back of her head, Chunxin trembled all over in terror.
"Hand it over."
As soon as he spoke, a Spatial Ring floated toward Ye Lin.
Ye Lin picked up the Spatial Ring and,