Lang Yuan was completely oblivious to the danger to himself. He simply looked at Lingxi, who was curled up on Liuli's legs, with pity and remained silent.

Liang Yihan knelt down in front of Liuli and first whispered to Lingxi, "Lingxi, you still have time. If you want to leave before dawn, I can still let you go. But after dawn, even I can't protect you, and you will surely die."

Lingxi remained curled up in a ball, motionless and unresponsive.

Liang Yihan's complicated gaze shifted from Lingxi to Liuli, and he said, "Fox, all I want is the Divine Stone. Your death is of no use to me. As for the Buddhist sect, I can simply say that the demons rescued you. At worst, I'll go and apologize myself. I've saved so many of their people; they won't blame me. So I can assure you that as long as you give me the Divine Stone, I will let you go."

A glimmer of hope flickered in Yu Xin's heart. She turned to look at Liuli and said pitifully, "Miss, what exactly is that divine stone? Maybe we should just give it to him..."

Liuli sneered and said, "Yu Xin, do you really believe his nonsense? As soon as I give him the divine stone, he will kill us immediately! If he doesn't kill me and send my head to the Buddhist sect, his efforts to save the bald monks will be greatly diminished, and those hundred-plus detoxification pills will be wasted."

Yu Xin felt a wave of despair, frowned and muttered, "That's right, he benefits more from killing us than from not killing us..."

Liang Yihan sighed softly and said in a low voice, "You fox clan are really too clever..."

He stood up and said in a low voice, "Let's leave it at that for tonight, fox. Tomorrow morning I will begin the torture. If you don't want to suffer too much before you die, obediently give me the divine stone, and I will give you a quick death."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Lingxi and said, "Lingxi, I'm right outside. If you've decided to leave, just call me."

He waited a while and, seeing that Lingxi still didn't react, silently turned and left.

Liang Yihan left his cell and went to the guardhouse. He found a futon against the wall, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. However, judging from his furrowed brows, it seemed he couldn't calm his mind at all; how could he possibly cultivate?