Once he understood this, Qin Wuyou's eyes lit up again.
He was no longer in a hurry to kill the Dao Protector, Lin Fang.
He pressed his palm down toward Lin Fang's forehead again, instantly frightening Lin Fan in the distance so badly that his heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
"Qin Wuyou, I've already begged for mercy. What more do you want? What exactly must I do for you to spare Uncle Fang?"
Lin Fan demanded, his eyes nearly splitting with rage. Though he wanted nothing more than to skin Qin Wuyou and drink his blood, he dared not show too much displeasure, afraid that if he angered Qin Wuyou, the man would kill Lin Fang outright.
Had Lin Fang been an ordinary Dao Protector, his death would have been no great matter. He would not have been worth pleading for as the Young Lord, much less humbling himself to beg for mercy.
But his relationship with Lin Fang was far more than that of a Dao Protector and a Young Lord.
Lin Fang was also his own uncle, and one of the Lin Lineage's only two cultivators at the void training peak.
If Lin Fang died, it would be an enormous loss to the Lin Lineage, one that could even jeopardize its standing as a Heaven Rank Aristocratic Family.
That was why Lin Fan had humbled himself to beg for mercy, even offering to sever his relationship with Lin Qingxue in exchange for Qin Wuyou showing mercy and sparing Lin Fang's life.
Watching Lin Fan beg so meekly, Qin Wuyou's expression barely changed. In a cold, indifferent voice, he said, "Lin Fan, I still prefer you the way you were at the start-wild and defiant!"
At Qin Wuyou's taunt, Lin Fan's face turned the color of pig