Staring at Wu Yan, who had lost all vitality, Lin Tian fell silent, continuing to look at him for quite a while.
"Dead?!"
After a long time, Lin Tian finally uttered softly, his voice barely a murmur, but then he suddenly clenched his fist until it creaked and bellowed loudly, "Want to die? You are the first disciple I've taken in this world. I, Lin Beiliu, won't let you die, not even King Yan can take you away!"
Having said that, he abruptly turned to look at Zhou Li, his eyes showing fierce determination, and he shouted, "Zhou Li, get me eight candles, three sticks of incense, a Soul Nourishing Jar—those three things. I give you fifteen minutes to fetch them for me, otherwise, I will annihilate you!"
Hearing this, Zhou Li shuddered all over.
A Soul Nourishing Jar? Where can I find that!
Zhou Li wore a bitter expression on his face, but seeing that Lin Tian was on the verge of a rampage, he didn't dare to delay and quickly bowed, saying, "I'll take care of it right away!"
