Ling Xiao's words finally brought a glimmer of spirit to the initially dim eyes of Master Baiyun.
His daughter had not died, and that might just be his last hope of survival.
"Ling Xiao!"
After a long silence, Master Baiyun suddenly grasped Ling Xiao's shoulders and said, "Help me!"
"Help me rescue my daughter, I'm willing to exchange everything I have for it!"
His voice carried the sense of a desperate gambit.
He was no longer capable, never again able to reclaim his Wisdom Bone or to rescue his own daughter.
For his natural talent had peaked, and his heart was no longer as strong as before.
He needed someone younger, more talented, and more intelligent to help him.
"Master, my potential is not high, let alone Demonflame Celestial, I may not even be able to contend with Ming Tian."
Ling Xiao said indifferently.
"No, even if there's only a glimmer of chance, I am willing to bet on it! My daughter must not fall into the hands of that beast, absolutely not!"
