Watching Xue Fuyao's expression grow increasingly dangerous, Fan Lingyin knew that unless she offered something sincere, this probably would not end well.
But she was only a rogue cultivator herself, with no powerful sect, much less a powerful lineage. All the cultivation resources she had were painstakingly saved over the years.
She had finally learned of the Wine God Heartflame, only to hear after coming here that someone else had beaten her to it. Unable to accept this, she had rushed over in a burning hurry.
Just then, Fan Lingyin suddenly thought of something that might save her life.
"I have a treasure map. If you let me go, I'm willing to give it to you and swear never to trouble you again."
To avoid drawing a crowd earlier, Xue Fuyao had dragged Fan Lingyin, who could no longer move, into the little courtyard.
So Fan Lingyin also knew that Xue Fuyao had not been lying earlier. She really was the only person living in this courtyard.
It seemed the person who had taken the Wine God Heartflame had probably already left Delusion City. In the end, she had still arrived a step too late.
"A treasure map?"
Xue Fuyao looked at Fan Lingyin doubtfully. "If you really had something that good, would you be willing to hand it over? This isn't some scheme, is it?"
"No, no." Fan Lingyin shook her head like a pellet drum. "I'm not plotting anything. To tell you the truth, I obtained that treasure map in a secret realm, but I've never been able to understand what the markings on it mean.
"I suppose I simply wasn't fated to have it. As long as you're willing to let me off this once, I'll give you this treasure map."
As she spoke, Fan Lingyin took