He saw Li Yan like this and thought he was a chivalrous but naive person, so he used his disciple's life as a threat.
Swish!
But before the words were spoken, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist.
A flying blade suddenly appeared, severing his wrist, hovering in the air, pressed right against his forehead.
"Flying... Flying Sword Technique..."
The old Taoist was incredulous, his face pale.
No more thoughts of resistance lingered.
Li Yan naturally wouldn't explain, he glanced faintly, "I ask, you answer. If you answer well, I'll spare your life."
"Is this true?"
"Of course, I, Li Yan, always keep my word. First, tell me your name, and who sent you?"
The old Taoist obviously knew Li Yan's reputation, hope rose in his eyes, and he quickly said, "I am Bu Xu, a member of the Gold Sect, not anyone significant, just proficient in Circular Light Technique, hired for money."
