Sword Cloud Taoist, cradled in Lin Xing's hands, wore a face full of panic as he looked at Lin Xing and said, "What... what are you going to do?"
Lin Xing spoke indifferently, "I need to borrow your head for a moment."
As he spoke, a pale and delicate palm had already extended from Lin Xing's chest, pressing it firmly against Sword Cloud Taoist's face.
Sword Cloud Taoist emitted a surge of terrified thoughts, "This is Hanhai Sect! Do you think you can kill me and still escape? My master won't let you off..."
At the same time, streams of blood burst forth from his head, transforming into a mist of blood-red light, within which emerged scenes of memories and shadows, specifically depicting the Old Method Faction engaged in various discussions and plans.
When Lin Xing saw an old Daoist with a white beard, his eyes subtly shifted as he said, "Found him."
"That's your master, isn't it?"
"Looking at this place, he should be at..."
