Breaking One's Word

"You are right. If I did not willingly offer up the sword embryo, then even if you killed me and cut open my corpse, it would be useless. But how am I supposed to trust that you will honor our agreement and let me leave once you obtain the sword embryo?" Shen Luo pondered briefly before asking in return.

"The knife is in my hand, while you are the fish on the chopping block. Other than trusting me, do you have any other choice right now?" Qian Tong asked unhurriedly, utterly unconcerned.

"If that is how you put it, then I would rather fight to the death than let you scheme against me," Shen Luo said without the slightest hesitation.

After Shen Luo said this, the Consciousness Sea fell silent.

"Fellow Daoist, why be so obstinate? I am not like those two fellows from the Body Refining Altar, with their lofty ambitions of devoting themselves to the Holy Lord. I am merely a businessman who seeks profit. As long as you honestly hand over the sword embryo without holding anything back, I have a method to deceive their eyes and let you escape alive. After all, as long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. I need not explain that principle to you, Fellow Daoist." After a moment, Qian Tong's voice sounded again, carrying a hint of persuasion.

"So it really is the Body Refining Altar causing trouble again." Shen Luo's heart stirred as he pondered in secret.

"Fellow Daoist, you do not have much time to consider this. Those two are not so easy to fool," Qian Tong urged when Shen Luo remained silent.

"As long as I hand over the sword embryo, will you truly let me go?" Shen Luo asked through voice