"Ling Feng, he's about to arrive. You take this girl, and right in front of him, kill her!"
The voice of the old man in black robes was flat and indifferent, yet it made one's hair stand on end.
"Kill her?"
Lin Canglang was slightly stunned. He had never been a good person, and had even used Lin Xian'er's life before to threaten Ling Feng.
But toward this adopted daughter Lin Xian'er, he still had at least a sliver of feeling.
"My… my Lord, with your strength, once that Ling Feng comes, isn't he just walking into the trap himself? Why would we need any hostage."
Lin Canglang gave an awkward laugh and said, "Besides, if I really kill Xian… this woman right in front of Ling Feng, I'm afraid I myself won't escape death."
He would never forget just how powerful Ling Feng truly was.
"Even if you die, you can be resurrected. You need not have any worries."
