Wu Hongfei was no fool. It did not matter if all his cultivation had been lost—so long as he could keep his life, there would still be limitless hope.
The Immortal Cultivation Holy Land had countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. There were even supreme treasures capable of bringing the dead back to life, let alone treasures that could restore one's cultivation.
After all, he had condensed a Nascent Soul and endured the baptism of the Three-Nine Heavenly Tribulation. His physical constitution, as well as the amount of spiritual power his body could withstand, was fundamentally different from that of a true mortal.
If he could truly find some special spiritual pill or miraculous medicine, it was not as though there was no hope of recovery.
For now, however, the key was to get away and leave safely.
No matter how dissatisfied he was, he did not dare show it at all right now.
"Fine!"
Su Shi'er spoke indifferently.
Hearing this, how could Wu Hongfei dare hesitate? He hurriedly staggered toward the exit.
"Senior, this man has committed countless evil deeds. If we let him leave just like this, I fear that one day... he will surely find a way to take revenge!"
Watching Wu Hongfei's retreating back, Ren Lingrong, still reeling from shock, immediately came to her senses. She hurriedly looked at Su Shi'er and spoke in a low, rapid voice.
"This old man promised to spare his life, so naturally I cannot go back on my word. But... whether your Ren family chooses to spare him is your affair. This old man neither will nor can interfere!"
Su Shi'er remained expressionless.
Hearing the first half, Wu Hongfei, who was hurrying away, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But upon hearing the latter half, all his hopes instantly turned