"Speak, where is Xin Ziruo?" Mo Lin snorted coldly once again.
The sound was deafening.
"A month from now, my master will return to Jinchuan. By then, the grudge between her and you will have a resolution," Xin Xiao replied to Mo Lin slowly.
These words were not her own; they were left by Xin Ziruo for her to deliver.
After Xin Ziruo left, she had told Xin Xiao that if she lost, she should say these words to Mo Lin to save her life.
Sure enough, after hearing these words, Mo Lin slowly released his grip.
Xin Xiao collapsed directly onto the ground, staring at Mo Lin with a look of unwillingness.
Before Xin Xiao could speak, Mo Lin summoned a little ghost, pried open Xin Xiao's mouth with his left hand, and stuffed the little ghost into Xin Xiao's body.
"A month from now, I will come to Jinchuan again.
If I don't see Xin Ziruo then, you will surely die.
This little ghost is a means of ensuring Xin Xiao doesn't deceive him in order to save her life.
