Jin Sheng was taken aback by these words.
His right hand had long since lost the right to wield a sword, yet this seemingly redundant question carried implicit concern.
He was somewhat surprised, having assumed that after dispatching Meng Zifei, this little corpse demon would start preparing to dispatch him as well.
He had waited for half a day, never expecting to hear such a statement.
Jin Sheng had always been someone who couldn't hold back his thoughts and immediately asked bluntly, "You're not driving me away?"
Baili An slightly raised his eyelids, his brows lifting slightly as he chuckled, "You're someone who owes me their life several times over. Wouldn't I be at a loss if you just walked away without a word?"
A twitch twitched at the corner of Jin Sheng's mouth. He had seen others act from a position of obligation, but never had he seen someone so unabashedly leveraging a debt of gratitude toward the Thirteenth Sword of Tianxi.