At this moment, Wen Yu stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Yan Li in front of her, not knowing how to respond.

Anyone is fine, but not him?

Why?

Having come this far, Yan Li was no longer afraid of offending anyone. Seeing Wen Yu's devastated expression, she answered without hesitation:

"When did you start needing a reason to dislike something?"

"Why doesn't Master ask the people on that mountain why they keep chasing me? Why doesn't he ask the person I buried in the pit why they are forcing me?"

Wen Yu was speechless, but the voice in her heart became even more obsessive.

Why waste your breath talking nonsense with her here?

'She's clearly trying to trick you and get rid of you.'

"Does it really matter if you like her or not? If you like her, that's all that matters. Just listen to my advice, knock her out, tie her up, and take her back to the mountain. Who will know then?"

The voice grew louder and louder, almost as if it were certain, tempting Wen Yu to make a move.

After an unknown amount of time, a strong wind began to blow, the sky darkened, dark clouds began to gather, and thunder rumbled from afar, as if it were about to strike the two of them at any moment.

"Ah Li," Wen Yu called softly, looking at Yan Li who was struggling and tearing at himself in pain, and after suppressing the trembling in her heart, she slowly said:

"Let me be your tool."

The strong wind tore their clothes into disarray, and Wen Yu's words were carried away by the wind, as if they had never been spoken, leaving no trace.

But Yan Li heard it clearly at this moment.

To be her tool?

If the others in the sect heard Wen Yu say this, they would probably all say that he's love-struck, and a really high-level one at that.

Yan Li couldn't understand why Wen Yu loved him so much.

It was clear that Yan Li remained silent, but Wen Yu took the initiative to speak again, like someone with a terminal illness pleading with Yan Li to give her a chance.

"Let me be your tool, or your stepping stone. I will help you become an immortal within a hundred years. At that time, you will turn the world upside down and no one will be able to stop you."

Even if Ali doesn't want to be my Daoist partner.

In an instant, after the thunder, the rain poured down like a torrential downpour, and the gale continued.

"What nonsense is Master talking about?"

It took Yan Li a while to come to her senses. Looking at Wen Yu's serious expression, she couldn't help but sigh again:

The Way of Heaven is sick.

It's incredible that such a serious person could say such inappropriate things.

“It’s not nonsense,” Wen Yu said, not intending to give Yan Li another chance to fool her. “Ah Li, I’m willing.”

But the inner demon within Wen Yu who heard these words only found it absurd. It wanted him to lock Yan Li up, not to do the opposite.

To be used as a tool by Yan Li?

After she becomes an immortal, will she kill them all?

"Is Master trying to protect me?" Yan Li laughed. She never expected Wen Yu to say such a thing, let alone repeat it again and again.

Wen Yu looked at Yan Li calmly and said slowly,

"Ali did nothing wrong, so how can you talk about covering it up?"

Yan Li: "..."

They've learned to lie through their teeth.

Silence fell between them, and neither of them spoke first.

The heavy rain continued, falling on every corner of Zayi Peak, and all the bloodshed was washed away at this moment.

Countless drops of blood, mixed with the heavy rain, gradually became murky, then slowly became clear.