"This time, I'm going to die here!" Yan Hui still felt more than a little unwilling to accept it.
But things had already come to this. No matter how unwilling he was, it wouldn't change a thing.
"You're a disciple of the Ghost King Sect. Why are you going to such lengths to protect someone from the Azure Cloud Sect? Could it be that your Ghost King Sect really has become the Azure Cloud Sect's lapdog, just as the rumors say?"
Yan Hui glared viciously at the speaker. The man had a sinister look on his face and was grinning smugly. Seeing Luo Yunji unconscious, he must have thought he'd hit the jackpot.
"There's no place for a disciple of the Myriad Poison Sect to stick his nose into the Ghost King Sect's affairs. You'd better take care of your own business!" Yan Hui snapped, glaring at the man.
"We're all disciples of the Holy Sect, after all. So I'll give you a chance!" The man's smile grew even more sinister and malicious.
Yan Hui frowned at him.
"If you leave right now and abandon that brat, I'll spare your life! After all... when you think about it, we're all family, right?"
Hearing what the other man said, Yan Hui couldn't help but waver. Nobody wanted to die if they could live. Only the living could talk about ideals and ambitions. Only the living could have hope.
The struggle on his face grew more and more pronounced. Seeing this, the man opposite him smiled ever more triumphantly.
"If you're willing, I'll let you leave right now! And I guarantee I won't go back on my word!"
Yan Hui's eyes kept drifting to Luo Yunji on the ground. His gaze flickered as the hand gripping his magic treasure loosened, then tightened,