The Immortal Lord dug out my spirit root to save his beloved junior sister.
With tears streaming down my face, I gently talked him around.
I coaxed him—and his entire sect—into signing a life-and-death pact.
As long as I did nothing wrong, everyone in the sect had to keep me safe.
Break that promise, and the backlash would consume their souls and reduce them to ashes.
Then my enemies began turning up at the mountain gates, one after another.
The leaders of both the righteous and demonic paths surrounded the sect, demanding my life.
Everyone in the sect went pale.
They stood no chance.
The Immortal Lord fought his way out of the encirclement, drenched in blood, and turned to me in desperation.
I spread my hands helplessly.
“Either kill them for me.”
I drew my sword at my leisure.
“Or, if you can’t, give me back my spirit root.
I’ll do it myself.”
