The woman circled Lin Yue twice, then smiled in satisfaction. "Did you know another of your fellow disciples has come to Wing City?"
At those words, Lin Yue's face paled slightly, and she retreated several steps with her zither clutched in her arms.
"What do you mean?" she demanded sharply.
The woman was not angered. Still staring at her, she said, enunciating every word, "It's simple. Choose between your Zither Spirit and your fellow disciple."
Lin Yue gritted her teeth. "Choose between them? What a fine choice! Even after I choose, won't you keep using my Zither Spirit to force me to hurt others?"
A rough, hoarse voice rang out. "Good that you know. If you want your Zither Spirit to stay safe, you'd better listen to us. Otherwise, even we can't say what will happen to it!"
Lin Yue lowered her eyes and brushed her right hand across the strings. "I understand," she said coldly.
"What do you want me to do?"
Seeing that Lin Yue had finally submitted, the woman dispensed with her roundabout pleasantries. "Lure her into the dark alley where we've laid a formation!"
Then she added with a coquettish laugh, "Don't worry. We won't make you harm your fellow disciple yourself. After all, the divine sense left on a personal disciple is troublesome too. Just lure her in there, and we'll handle the rest."
Remembering the time Jin Chen's master's divine sense had wounded her two years ago, the woman's expression took on a vicious edge.
Her gaze toward Lin Yue inevitably grew more brutal as well. "Just be a good girl and work for us. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your Zither Spirit won't have its soul scattered to the winds again."
The old man and the burly man each gave Lin Yue a cold