Li Yichen swept his icy gaze over all the Kunlun disciples present and said coldly, "I don't want what happened today to happen again. Otherwise, you'll end up just like Qin Ming."
All the Kunlun disciples averted their eyes, not daring to meet Li Yichen's gaze.
Qin Ming's fate had been far too miserable. Though he hadn't died, he was worse off than if he had.
Satisfied with their reactions, Li Yichen continued, "Swear a binding oath here and now, and you can leave."
Filled with dread, the Kunlun disciples raised three fingers and swore, "We hereby swear that from this day forward, we will never reveal what happened today to outsiders, nor will we ever make an enemy of Junior Sister Bai. Should we break this oath, may we fall into the Eighteen Levels of Hell and never be reborn."
After taking the oath, they all looked at Li Yichen.
Li Yichen smiled, then asked them, "Have you ever seen the Eighteen Levels of Hell?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"What a coincidence!" Li Yichen clapped his hands. "Neither have I."
All the Kunlun disciples were at a loss for words. Isn't that obvious? What ordinary person has ever seen it?
Unexpectedly, Li Yichen went on to ask, "But I'd like to take a look. Want to come along?"
Is this guy insane? The Kunlun disciples looked at him as though he were a madman, then all shook their heads desperately.
As if he hadn't noticed, Li Yichen continued on his own, "Since you're not saying anything, I'll take that as a yes."
The Kunlun disciples were dumbfounded. When did we agree? Didn't you see us shaking our heads the whole time? We clearly don't want to!
"Must we die today?" Senior Sister Liu asked, grief and indignation in her