"Just speak. It will happen quickly anyway," the goateed cultivator said, his voice tinged with amusement.
His lips curled slightly, forming a half-sneer that was neither fully mocking nor entirely indifferent. It was the kind of expression that sent an inexplicable chill down one's spine.
Old Ms. Bai remained silent for a long moment, sighing deeply as she cast an unreadable glance at Li Wudi and Hu Yitian.
It was a look filled with emotion—perhaps regret, perhaps resolve, or perhaps just the cold detachment of someone who had already made up their mind.
Then, as if something within her had finally settled, she turned to the goateed cultivator and gave a gentle nod, her lips curling into a slight smile.
That simple motion sealed her decision.
In the end, she couldn't resist the scorching greed burning in her heart.