As though afraid Lian Youming would not believe him, the man hurriedly continued, "I really am not lying. It really was a female Daoist. She was very old... had a full head of white hair, and was imprisoned on Sea Island... all the captured true disciples of the martial world were there too..."
Lian Youming asked in a very calm tone, "Is she still alive?"
The bald young man truly did cling to life and fear death. At that, he hastily answered, "Alive... she cultivated an elixir skill... her martial attainment is extraordinarily high. If she weren't pinned with Pulse Gate Nails and had her shoulder blades pierced, she would probably have escaped long ago... that's all I know. Spare-"
"As long as she's alive. As long as she's alive!"
A predecessor of his lineage still lived. If Junk King learned this news, perhaps he too could retain a trace of attachment to this world.
Lian Youming's expression did not change. The web of his right hand tightened, and he twisted the man's neck apart.
Looking at the corpse flung onto the ground, the young man in a Tang Suit first wore a dark expression, but soon sneered again. "In the end, they're just a bunch of useless fools who rely on drugs to increase their strength. Insufficient martial attainment is one thing, but even their resolve is this pathetic."
With that, he flexed his right fist again and chuckled. "Even if you know, what can you do? There's more than one martial artist locked up there, and an expert stands guard. Whoever goes, it'll be useless. Besides, you'll be one of them too."
Lian Youming shook the blood from his hand. At those words, a thought stirred, and only then did he understand why Yang Cuo and Li Da