At those words, Murong Xian froze, blushing to the tips of her ears. "Father! What are you saying?"
"I'm not talking nonsense," Murong Haiyue said. "You know the situation our sect is in. That fellow has been growing restless. If we let him escape, our Sea King Sect will be finished."
At this point, his gaze sharpened, and he said coldly, "Besides, you know that Wu Xuantian of the Northern Lu Immortal Sect...!"
Before Murong Haiyue could finish, Murong Xian interrupted him. "Father! You don't need to worry about my situation. He won't get his way."
She paused, then said gravely, "We cultivators face all sorts of difficulties at every turn. If we flee whenever difficulties arise, we may never have any affinity with the Great Dao in this lifetime. That cultivator's protection is certainly important, but I... have already tried. Ye Han simply isn't very interested in me."
Hearing this, Murong Haiyue gave her a long look and said helplessly, "Yes! I tested him too. Ye Han... didn't touch the disciples I sent!"
Murong Xian said solemnly, "So! We know now that we can't count on anyone else. We should find a way to deal with that fellow as soon as possible."
Then she looked at Murong Haiyue gravely and said, "Father! Even if the Blood Spirit Cannon I brought back can't defeat that fellow, it should still be able to inflict tremendous damage on him! But if we do that, it will set back our Sea King Sect disciples' cultivation considerably!"
Murong Haiyue smiled bitterly. "There's nothing we can do. Back then, our lineage had no choice but to practice that cultivation technique to survive. Now its bitter fruit has ripened, but we're still powerless."
Murong Xian frowned and considered for a moment. "Why don't we ask Ye