The woman with puffed braids looked at Yang Fan and suddenly laughed, "Better to kill by mistake than to let go, turns out you are a madman too. No wonder you are someone valued by the Seventh Elder; in such a secular world, there are not many with ambition like yours."
"Hand that woman over to me, and then come with us. With your current strength and the Seventh Elder's cultivation, maybe one day our sect will have another elder."
As she spoke, her actions didn't stop for a moment.
She took out a blood-red bamboo slip from her bosom, spread it flat on the ground, then took out a small knife, grasping the blade with her left hand, and sharply swiped with her right hand, immediately causing a Blood Pearl to drip down.
Yet the woman didn't seem to feel any pain, instead, she smiled and said to Yang Fan, "Think about it; only by joining our sect will you realize how vast this world truly is."
"Go to hell!" Yang Fan opened his mouth with a classic greeting.
