The moment Lynn uttered the words "gratitude," Marfa looked as though she had heard the biggest joke in the world, laughing until tears nearly spilled from her eyes.
Yet the laughter was clearly somewhat forced, as if she deliberately kept it going long enough before finally stopping.
"Oh my... little brother Lynn, you really know how to talk. You say there's no hatred, and that means there's no hatred?"
The ending of her sentence stretched slightly before returning to its usual rhythm.
"I've lived for so many years. A few words from you aren't enough to sway me."
"Since we've already set up this situation today, we never intended to let you leave so easily."
Her tone turned somewhat sinister. "If you obediently surrender, you can suffer a little less."
"Then Sister can refine you into a resentful spirit, and you can stay by Sister's side forever. We'll never leave each other. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Lynn shuddered involuntarily, feeling a chill run through him.
He had not expected Marfa to have such a twisted hobby.
What? Was she trying to imitate Ning Caichen and become a ghost rider?
Seeing Lynn's expression as though he had eaten shit, Marfa snorted coldly, her voice drifting over with an eerie undertone.
"Why have you stopped talking? Weren't you quite eloquent just now? Weren't you going to thank me and repay my kindness?"
"When you encounter a difficult question, you fall silent again? If you can't even satisfy such a small request from Sister, how can Sister believe your sincerity?"
Lynn did not answer immediately, as though he had yet to recover from the shock.
He maintained his silence. Only after Marfa had grown impatient did he shift his gaze away from the structure of the wizard formation and back onto her.
Rather