"We're allies, aren't we?"
Ye Menghua spoke uneasily.
When his gaze turned toward her, her body instinctively tensed, betraying her extreme nervousness.
Liu Yu chuckled softly and shook his head.
"I never intended to reveal my identity, but since I couldn't obtain the Spirit Herb through the 'normal procedure,' I had no choice."
"In the Cultivation World, isn't killing someone to silence them as natural as heaven and earth?"
"If you were in my position, Fellow Daoist Ye, what would you do?"
He stared intently at her, an amused smile on his face.
At his words, Ye Menghua's face instantly turned pale. Her lips parted, and she desperately wanted to argue.
But the words reached her lips and refused to come out.
Yes, wasn't this the norm in the Cultivation World?
Looking back over the path I'd taken, hadn't I always done the same?
Forget the distant past. Just now, I hadn't shown the White Cloud Temple cultivators the slightest mercy. I'd meant to kill them to silence them, too.
What right or reason did I have to beg for mercy now?
"What if I'm willing to serve as your slave or maid?"
Ye Mengran's face was pale as she spoke with a desolate smile.
"Ah."
Liu Yu sighed softly and shook his head.
Then he turned his palm over. The Azure Yang Demonic Flame appeared, transformed into a small azure bird, and flew toward her.
"People so often misunderstand me."
"It isn't that I'm cruel. This world has always been this way!"
The small azure bird fluttered closer. As its fiery glow grew brighter, those words reached Ye Menghua's ears.
She instinctively wanted to summon a magical artifact to defend herself, but ultimately abandoned the pointless struggle and let the azure flamebird land on her body.
"May I never