Holding the Treasure Umbrella

"I'm really going to die here this time!" Yan Hui felt a lingering sense of unwillingness and reluctance in his heart.

However, things had already reached this point; no matter how unwilling or reluctant he felt, it was of no use.

"Tell me, as a disciple of the Ghost King Sect, why are you protecting someone from the Azure Cloud Sect so fiercely? Could it be that your Ghost King Sect has truly become the lapdog of the Azure Cloud Sect, just as the rumors say?"

Yan Hui cast a fierce, cold glare at the speaker, noting the man's sinister, venomous expression and the triumphant smile on his face. It was clear the man had seen Luo Yunji unconscious and thought he had found an easy target.

"The affairs of my Ghost King Sect are not for a disciple of the Myriad Poison Sect like you to comment on. You'd better worry about your own business first!" Yan Hui retorted, glaring at the man in anger.

"We are all disciples of the Holy Sect, after all. I'll give you one chance!" The man's smile grew even more sinister and malicious.

Yan Hui frowned as he looked at him.

"If you leave right now and leave that brat behind, I'll spare your life! After all... when you think about it, we're all family, aren't we?"

Hearing these words, Yan Hui couldn't help but struggle internally. No one wanted to die if they could live. Only by living could one speak of ideals and ambitions. Only by living was there hope.

The struggle on his face grew more intense, and seeing this, the man opposite him wore an even more jubilant, triumphant smile.

"As long as you agree, I'll let you go right now! And I guarantee I won't break my word!"