The young man merely glanced disdainfully at the group and gripped the hilt of his sword once more.
"Halt!" Qu Shanling, seeing the murderous intent in his eyes, hastily shouted.
The young man's hand paused on the hilt, watching him with interest.
"I'll come with you, just let them go," Qu Shanling said.
Although he did not want to involve his master, Qu Shanling knew very well that, with his own abilities, he didn't stand a chance against such a formidable opponent—not even a chance to kill himself. After all, this was ultimately a matter between him and his master, and he didn't want to drag Han Yan, Huayue, and the others into it.
"If there were no Sword Heart Soul Cleansing Pond, letting them go wouldn't be a big deal. But with such a precious treasure revealed, do you think I'd just let them go?" The young man said coldly while smiling.
