"I lost this battle."
Ning Yi glanced at Ye Lin and said with a smile.
There was a trace of weakness in his voice.
"I lost?"
"We tied."
Ye Lin put away the Godslayer Sword. Though his face was pale, his voice remained full and steady.
"No. Before we fought, I noticed that you still had hidden injuries within you."
"So this time, I lost."
"This pill can help you recover from your injuries. Don't let this fight leave behind some lingering ailment."
Ning Yi smiled lightly and raised a hand. A jade box appeared in his palm.
With a casual toss, he threw the jade box to Ye Lin.
"I'm leaving."
"You won this battle. From now on, our Mystic Soul Dragon Clan will never trouble you again. These are my words, and they represent the will of the entire Mystic Soul Dragon Clan."
"I have always held the strong in high regard."
"Keep this. If you encounter trouble you cannot resolve in the future, use it to contact me. I'll settle it for you."
"I also enjoy making friends, especially powerful people like you."
Ye Lin caught the flying Identity Token in one hand and watched Ning Yi leave.
Not long after Ning Yi departed, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Ye Lin's mouth.
That battle had seemed to leave him largely unharmed, but in truth, he had already suffered grievous injuries.
He had merely forced himself not to show it.
It was not that he did not want to kill Ning Yi, but that he truly could not.
He was already at the end of his lamp, with his oil spent. As for what other trump cards Ning Yi still possessed, no one knew.
If Ning Yi had been forced to use one of