Hong Yan's words made Ling Tianyu just smile faintly, without any psychological fluctuation. The Tianwaitian Saint Master's death was destined, but if he died so easily, it would be too much of a loss.
As the saying goes, humans have their uses, and even a dying man is useful.
Ling Tianyu was determined to kill the Tianwaitian Saint Master, and before he died, he would make use of him, allowing him to die for a reason.
"Hong Yan, to be honest, this Tianwaitian Saint Master was once your subordinate. He only lost two arms and has a wound on his chest. He's not necessarily useless."
"If you save him, he is still a person of great use."
"At the very least, he's been managing the Tianwaitian for years. Can you just discard him like that?"
"Isn't there some credit for hard work?"
Ling Tianyu's words were full of irony aimed at Hong Yan.
