Lin Feng, stop deceiving yourself. Cultivating here for one day costs a hundred merits. For these seven days, that's at least seven hundred. Where would you, a Sixth Generation Disciple, get so many merits?"
"Exactly, without the merits and still occupying the Refining Fire Room, that's like occupying a toilet stall without using it. You're asking to be kicked out!"
"Lin Feng, stop harboring any last hopes here. Rather than running away, you should face reality. If you fall into our hands, we guarantee a swift end. Maybe, just maybe, if the Seventh Prince is in a good mood, he might even spare your life!"
"Lin Feng, the only right thing for you now is to surrender willingly!!"
Ten Iron Sword members exchanged such words, implying that Lin Feng was at his wit's end with nowhere to go.
"Sorry, but I think what I should be doing now is continue cultivating!"
