"First, since that old man dared to tell me so openly, he must have some countermeasure prepared. I'm afraid even Soul Search might not get what I want."
"Even if we kill him, we might not get the map. When that happens, none of us will obtain this opportunity."
"Second, an inheritance is precious when only one person obtains it. But when ten people, a hundred people know about it, it is no longer precious."
"Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan, you know this—once too many people have read a book, what lies within it is no longer a secret."
After Ye Lin finished speaking, he gave Mo Yuan a deep look.
Those words made Mo Yuan's expression turn utterly grim.
What did Ye Lin mean by that?
Was he really planning to make a move against them?
To trade their heads for the map?
Damn it.
"So, Senior Brother Ye Lin, what do you mean?"
Though fury churned in his heart, Mo Yuan still suppressed it deeply. He clasped his hands in salute, lowered his posture, and asked tentatively.
He was the weaker party now. He did not dare fall out with Ye Lin.
If Ye Lin attacked directly, it would be four against two. How could they fight?
He did not know whether they could win.
But if they fought, he would be the first to die.
Because among those present, he alone was a Daluo Golden Immortal.
"What I mean is very simple."
"I want the heads of those two behind you. As for you, I can spare your life."
"Impossible."
The moment Ye Lin finished speaking, Mo Yuan refused outright.
His tone was resolute, and his gaze even more so.
Leaving aside the fact that the two behind him were elders of the Holy Land—
within this Cloud