Evil Master and Disciple

Although Envoy Bai's arms were cut off by Fu Jinghong, her injuries were actually much lighter than Chu Liunian's.

If it weren't for a female disciple of the Jade Maiden Sect who desperately blocked the sword of Envoy Bai that was stabbing at Chu Liunian, Chu Liunian would have been killed by the sword piercing his heart.

Even though the sword of Special Envoy Bai did not pierce Chu Liunian's heart, it almost destroyed her internal organs.

If it weren't for the elders of Yunhai Sect and the monks of Jiaye Temple who spared no effort to treat him, Chu Liunian would have turned into a corpse long ago.

In contrast, although the White Envoy had both his arms cut off, it was not fatal.

Otherwise, Fu Jinghong would not have been able to travel such a long distance to bring her back to Yunhai Sect without stopping.

Bai Te on the stone platform stared at the pagoda with a very vicious look.

She said coldly, "Futu, don't waste your time on me. I don't know anything! You'd better give me a quick death."

Fu Tu said calmly, "Special Envoy Bai, I didn't come here to interrogate you today."

"Oh, I'm very confused. You, Yunhai Sect, went to such great lengths, even going to the capital, just to capture me. But you've already sent me back to Yunhai Sect for a few days, right? Why haven't you interrogated me yet? Did you capture me here to provide for my retirement? Hehehe, this place is nice, it's suitable for retirement."

Fu Tu looked at the still unruly White Envoy, who had lost both arms. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he said, "Since you are the most important envoy under the Lord, why are you so foolish? Interrogation? Even if you are tortured, you won't tell anyone. If that's the case, why waste time interrogating you?"

"It's good that you know. I will never betray the Lord! Just kill me."

Futu smiled and said, "No, no, no, it's not the time to kill you yet."

"Shen Lin is ridiculous. You neither tried me nor killed me. What on earth do you want to do?"

Fu Tu said: "I will not interfere with what the leader wants to do. I am just a knife in the leader's hand. I will do whatever he tells me to do.

Envoy Bai, don't waste time. The Sect Leader asked me to come here just to ask you something."

"Haha, is Shen Lin finally going to ask? Although I won't tell you, I really want to know. What has Shen Lin wanted to ask me after all these days?"

Fu Tu said: "The headmaster wants to ask you, do you want Ding Rulang to die or live?"

When he heard Ding Rulang's name, Envoy Bai's expression suddenly became distorted and ferocious.

She struggled to sit up and asked sternly, "What does Shen Lin want to do? How does he know Ding Rulang?"

Fu Tu looked at the ferocious and twisted expression on Envoy Bai's face. He smiled slightly and said, "There's no need to tell you this. Your answer today will determine Ding Rulang's life or death. You only have half an incense stick of time to consider it."

Ding Rulang is the head of a relatively unknown family of independent cultivators in Jinling. He is over two hundred years old.

There are countless independent cultivator families like this in the world. Due to the limitations of cultivation techniques and resources, it is basically difficult for independent cultivator families to develop, and they cannot be compared with the sects in the world of cultivation at all.

Envoy Bai is an old woman now, but she was once young.

As she comes from the Jade Maiden Sect, she cannot marry in her lifetime.

However, no one knew that when she was young, while working for the Lord, she met a mortal man.

She also gave birth to a son with that man.

It was Ding Rulang that the Buddha mentioned at this moment.

With the secret help of Special Envoy Bai, Ding Rulang practiced Taoism since he was a child and built up a fortune in Jinling.

Even the Lord didn't know about Ding Rulang's existence, but Shen Lin didn't expect that he knew about it.

Envoy Bai muttered, "Impossible! Impossible! No one knows about my relationship with Lang'er, so how did you know of Lang'er's existence? This is absolutely impossible! Futu! How on earth did you know about this!?"

Fu Tu looked at Special Envoy Bai and said, "I don't know either. Judging from your expression right now, this Ding Rulang must be very important to you, right? Do you want him to live or die? Have you made up your mind?"

"If you dare to touch Lang'er, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"Haha, Special Envoy Bai seems to have forgotten that we Taoists are best at catching ghosts... As for the half-incense stick of time you've only been considering, you don't have much time left!"

Envoy Bai tried hard to calm himself down.

Since the other party mentioned Ding Rulang's name, it means that Shen Lin knows the relationship between him and Ding Rulang.

Suddenly, Envoy Bai suddenly thought of something.

That is my storage bracelet!

Although even the Lord didn't know that he had a son outside, he had some information about Ding Rulang in his storage bracelet.

When Envoy Bai thought of this, he closed his eyes in pain.

She now regrets so much why she left clues in the storage bracelet.

Now, his only son has been implicated by him.

Although Envoy Bai is stupid, he is not extremely stupid.

The question that Shen Lin asked Futu to bring was to make her make a choice.

Choose your own son or choose the Lord.

If he continued to hide the truth for his Lord, his son would die.

If he wanted his son to live, he had to honestly tell him all the secrets he knew about the Lord.

This is a dilemma.

The foolish old woman looked at the Buddha and said slowly, "What if I don't make a choice?"

Fu Tu frowned, as if he didn't expect that Envoy Bai, the leader of the twelve envoys under the Lord, would ask such a stupid question.

He said calmly, "What do you think?"

Envoy Bai's expression changed slightly.

She understood what Futu meant.

Even if he remained silent on this matter and did not make a choice, Ding Rulang would still die.

Before Fu Tu walked to the side, a white-haired old man sat down on a pretentious cushion.

He said slowly: "Take your time to think about it, I'm not in a hurry."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

Envoy Bai's expression changed rapidly, despair, sadness, pain, entanglement, hesitation...all the expressions were squeezed onto her wrinkled cheeks at this moment.

Time passed little by little.

After Special Envoy Bai was captured, he felt that every moment was like a year.

But at this moment, she really wished time would slow down.

When half an incense stick of time was up, Futu opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

"Special Envoy Bai, your time is up. Have you made up your mind?"

Envoy Bai gritted his teeth and stared at Fu Tu with a vicious look that was almost murderous.

"I...I want to ask you, if I let Lang'er live, can he really survive?"

Fu Tu said, "Of course, the master's words are as good as gold. How could he go back on his word and gain advantage over such a small matter?"

Envoy Bai's expression changed several times in an instant.

Finally, she seemed to have used up all her strength and said word by word: "I want to see...Shen Lin!"