"Taoist Friend Yin, what is there left to hesitate about? As long as you hand over the one who conspired against the two Taoist friends, we will leave immediately, without the slightest dissent."
In the vast abyss, the voice of the youth in the blue robe echoed.
All around, the silhouettes of cultivators appeared faintly in the darkness, with Qi locked, ready to ignite at the slightest anomaly!
The youth in the blue robe, the white-haired elder, the young lady, along with more than twenty middle-stage Crossing Tribulation cultivators, were all suspended in mid-air, observing the Yin Family cultivators from afar.
Before the cliff, Yin Tianzhi's expression was somber, seemingly caught in a dilemma.
Beside him, the Second Ancestor of the Yin Family could no longer hold back, and whispered like a mosquito into Yin Tianzhi's ear:
"Great Ancestor, why don't we just hand him over, after all, he hasn't yet..."
