Every word and sentence made Luo Bingxin and Old Xuan's hearts pound with fear. The golden light flickering from the Fu Xi Talisman grew brighter, and their moods grew heavier.
Realizing that his actions seemed like an admission of guilt, Old Xuan became lost and confused for a moment.
"Immortal King, we never betrayed you. I only vaguely felt that after Lin Yi joined our faction, the young mistress and I would not have any good days ahead of us, so we wanted to run. I beg the Immortal King to spare our lives."
"The young mistress and I did do many things against Lin Yi, but the plans targeting you, Lin Yi, were all my idea. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Do not blame the young mistress. If you insist that we pay a price, I can give you my life."
Perhaps the others in the Gods Faction would have believed Old Xuan's words. Trying to fool the Immortal King, though? He had picked the wrong target.
The Immortal King turned his gaze toward Lin Yi, seemingly asking what he intended to do.
A young man who had shown his sincerity, earned his complete trust, and possessed limitless potential—at a time like this, the Immortal King did not mind giving Lin Yi some face.
Since the two sides had conflicts and Lin Yi likely held a grudge against Luo Bingxin and Old Xuan, casually doing Lin Yi a favor did not seem inappropriate.
Me?
Lin Yi looked at Old Xuan in confusion, then spread his hands, wearing an expression that said their betrayal had nothing to do with him.
Seeing Lin Yi's attitude, the Immortal King could not be bothered with further nonsense.
He lightly raised his right hand. Primordial Power gathered in the Immortal King's