"No."
Facing Nangong Xuanyi's request, Ye Xin refused without hesitation.
"How can you be so unreasonable?"
Xuanyuan Liefeng, standing beside Nangong Xuanyi, pointed at Ye Xin with an indignant expression.
Yet Ye Xin ignored him. He merely slowly closed his eyes and stood motionless where he was, like a tree rooted in the ground.
Seeing that Ye Xin was utterly impervious to reason, Xuanyuan Liefeng was at a loss as well.
His friend had said there was a mighty quasi-Saint inside. The man before them might be that quasi-Saint's attendant, so he did not dare make a move.
What if they angered the quasi-Saint inside, and that mighty figure came out and slapped them to death?
Wouldn't that mean dying for nothing?
If a quasi-Saint slapped them to death, even the people behind them would not be able to find the culprit if they wanted revenge.
Revenge was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that they only had one life.
"Is this what you seek?"
At that moment, a cool voice drifted over.
The two men froze, then looked past Ye Xin.
A woman slowly emerged, her skin as fair and tender as snow, her beauty like that of an immortal maiden.
And in her hand was precisely the item they needed.
"Yes, Senior. Could you return that item to me? It is extremely important to me. If Senior returns it, I will leave at once and never come to disturb you again."
Seeing the small white card in Zhang Ling'er's hand, Nangong Xuanyi spoke with utmost respect.
That was what he truly needed.
"You said just now that you were going to some place called the Shenluo Conference, correct?"
Zhang Ling'er raised her brows and asked slowly.
Nangong Xuanyi was taken aback, then lightly nodded.