"No, what nonsense are you talking about."
Qing Lin's expression changed, and he glared coldly at Xiao Yi.
"Trust me, I've got it under control," Xiao Yi said seriously.
Ahead, the Young Mountain Master and others watched the two with cold eyes.
The Young Mountain Master did not interrupt, simply stood with his arms crossed, his face brimming with confidence.
In his view, Xiao Yi and Qing Lin were cornered, and taking their lives was merely a matter of words.
"Young Mountain Master, it seems these two are ungrateful," the Black Poison Saint King sneered beside him.
"Why not leave them to me?"
"I assure you, I will let them endure the most terrifying tortures under the sky, worse than death."
"There's no rush," the Young Mountain Master said playfully, "Watching two little mice struggle before their demise is quite amusing."
"I've decided on the Mid-grade Spirit Veins."
"Let's have them leave some last words first."
