An Jia He charged in from outside as if he had gone mad, still gripping a blade that had been bent out of shape. The shell armor over his chest had caved in as well; judging by his appearance, he had suffered some injuries.
An Jia He stared fixedly at Lin Shen. "You've become immortal?"
"More or less," Lin Shen said.
"Very well. If you want to leave, I can send you away at any time, but that doesn't include them." An Jia He stepped aside, leaving the space to An Qi.
An Qi gave him a slight nod. An Jia He was still the same An Jia He, his mind not blinded by hatred. That was the best possible choice.
"Lin Shen, if you want to leave, we won't stop you. But the Demon Consort must stay," An Qi said to Lin Shen.
Seeing An Xi Qing and the others' attitude toward Lin Shen, he did not want to provoke the great trouble that was the Celestial Master Academy. After all, the Celestial Master Academy did not have only one An Xi Qing.
"Why not show us some kindness, Lord Seven, and let me take them with me?" Lin Shen said.
"Why not make a wager with you as well? I'll gamble a victory or defeat with this lady. If I lose, I will no longer involve myself in matters here. Whether you come or go will have nothing to do with me." An Qi pointed at Yan Ru Yu.
He had originally thought this would be a simple matter of taking someone away. But given the current situation, if he truly tried to seize her by force, there would be too many variables beyond control. He did not want to make things overly complicated.
"What do you think?"