The female cultivator remained silent, standing at the edge of the barrier.
Ming Yun glanced at the hostages sprawled across the ground and curled her lip in distaste. Then she looked at the female cultivator and said slowly, "Why aren't you entering the array? Weren't you eager to go in and take a look just now?"
The female cultivator fell silent for a moment. When Li Yishi had tried to refuse earlier, only to be shoved straight into the Teleportation Array by Ming Yun, she had already realized that Ming Yun's goal was probably to lure everyone into the array.
In her eyes, Ming Yun had never been a good person. If she dared treat even her admirer like that, she certainly would not show her any mercy.
The female cultivator carefully weighed the difference in their cultivation. If they fought now, she would undoubtedly lose. Losing was not frightening; losing her life was. She did not consider herself a particularly clever disciple, but she still knew how to read the situation.
An ingratiating smile appeared on her face. "Yes, as I said earlier, the other end of this array might be an excellent place to cultivate. I'll enter it now."
But before she could approach the array, the lamp emitting an ink-green glow blocked her path.
"Actually, I originally intended to take you down with me. After all, unlike a Spirit Banner, my lamp can't hold too many souls."
The female cultivator's expression changed abruptly at those words. Before she could think of what to say, that quiet, gentle voice continued, "Unfortunately, you saw what I did to Li Yishi earlier. What do you suppose we should do about that?"
The female cultivator hurried to declare her position. "I-I can swear a heart-demon oath. I won't breathe a word