Fan Nan's heart was filled with mockery. In these recent missions, Li Yan could only hand over this many "Flowers of the Other Shore."
"Only the two of you remain. You've finally begun burning through your lifespan. Let's see how long you can hold on. What brotherhood nonsense? As for that Buluo, I want to see whether you'll personally put an end to his life!"
Li Yan's body had now begun to grow thin, and his overall condition had declined as well. Yet he still had not let Buluo die.
In Fan Nan's eyes, Li Yan should already have seen through his intentions and was therefore still holding on. He had guessed that even if Buluo died, Fan Nan would still send him out alone to carry out missions.
Thus, aside from the possibility that he truly had some friendship with Buluo, the remaining reason was that he did not want to be left too alone.
After all, whenever they returned, they could not cultivate here. All the cultivators could do in the dark prison was bitterly endure the passing years.
To put it bluntly, they were waiting for death. In an empty prison cell, it was naturally best to have someone to talk to.
Just like Monk Fike, who would often chat with his trusted subordinates to dispel the confinement and misery here.
After returning to the cell, Li Yan once again walked into a patch of shadow at the back.
"Brother Li... Brother Li, next time we pick the 'Flowers of the Other Shore,' let me do it!"
Buluo's voice came from the other side. Looking at Li Yan, who had begun to grow thin, the hope that had once risen in his heart had already been extinguished.
It seemed that even someone like Li Yan, after falling