"That's right. The Guardian Lord you mentioned. Do you believe me now?"
Lin Yu held Ya'en in his right hand and Shouyi's soul in his left, raising both hands at once so they could face each other and see one another clearly.
Ya'en stared blankly at Shouyi's soul, unable to find the words for a moment.
Huangfu Long and Elder Chen, standing nearby, said nothing either. They merely stared in amazement at the soul in Lin Yu's hand.
By now, neither of them dared to interrupt Lin Yu carelessly. What Lin Yu had said had already surpassed their understanding, and they had no idea whether he was deceiving Ya'en.
After all, what Lin Yu described was simply too fantastical. All they could do now was swallow their doubts and wait silently for Lin Yu to finish everything.
For a time, aside from the sound of the wind, everything seemed to have fallen silent.
"Can you really make me immortal?"
After a long while, Ya'en spoke in a trembling, hoarse voice. Lin Yu smiled faintly at his words, certainty flashing in his eyes. He knew Ya'en would never be able to refuse. Or rather, no one could refuse.
So-called loyalty was merely because the price of betrayal was not high enough. If the stakes were high enough, for a ruthless figure like Ya'en, on one side was a goddess he had probably never even seen a ghostly trace of, and on the other was his own life.
Lin Yu believed Ya'en would know what to choose. After all, if one could avoid death, who would want to die?
Lin Yu then turned Ya'en back around to face his excited eyes. With a curl of his lips, he enunciated each word clearly.
"Don't you already believe it in your heart?"
At that