Yin Xiyuan nodded slightly, agreeing with Qin Yi's statement. Unfortunately, with differing factions and ideologies, they were enemies, not friends, otherwise, they might have developed a friendship spanning generations.
Yin Xiyuan looked at Luo Shihua in Qin Yi's hand, "May I take him?"
Qin Yi smiled faintly, "Why?"
"No real reason. If you must have one, it's because he is part of our Sword Sect, and I must rescue him."
Qin Yi laughed and said, "But you can't save him."
Yin Xiyuan said, "I know you're highly cultivated. But as you can see, the current situation isn't advantageous to you."
"So if I let him go, could we leave unharmed?"
Yin Xiyuan shook his head, "I'm here to kill you, so that's impossible. However, I can offer you a quick death to spare you unnecessary suffering."
"Thank you!" Qin Yi said with a smile, "But I return those words right back to you. If you fall into my hands, I will offer you a quick death."
