"Make your move!"
Yin Qingxue looked calmly at Yun Chuan and no longer continued regulating her breath.
"Martial sister, would you rather die than cooperate with me?" Yun Chuan's face darkened, and his eyes held even more impatience.
In the current situation, it was impossible for Yin Qingxue to have any hope of turning the tables.
In his view, she had no other choice. After all, for all these years, Yin Qingxue's greatest wish had been to rescue the former manor lord from the Heavenly Capital forbidden grounds.
Yet now, she would rather abandon this last sliver of hope and die than cooperate with him. This stirred a nameless fury in the heart of the ever-proud Yun Chuan.
"Martial Brother, don't ruin the image you hold in my heart after all these years of friendship!"
Yin Qingxue continued speaking. Beneath her calm expression, a resolve to die had already surfaced.
Her own injuries were severe, while Su Shi'er had no fighting strength at all.
As for the maid Cui Huan, she was merely at the early Nascent Soul Stage. Before an expert like Senior Disciple Brother Yun Chuan, she had no power to fight back whatsoever.
At this moment, Yin Qingxue had completely abandoned all hope for what she intended to do.
Though unwilling in her heart, she did not reveal it.
After all, she had already exhausted every means and done all she could.
Yun Chuan's gaze lingered on Yin Qingxue for a long while, but he said nothing more.
After a moment of silence, he slowly raised a hand.
In an instant, the dense fog around them ceased to move.
The temperature plummeted, and a startling chill radiated from his body.
The icy current circled his body once, split into three, and charged toward the three people present.