"Who do you represent?"
Ling Pin asked.
"No need for questions, just come with us."
The middle-aged man stepped forward and said, "You just need to know that the bigwigs above us value you highly. Your benefits will be immeasurable if you leave with us."
"How generous."
Ling Pin chuckled softly, "Then my first request is for you to hand yourself over to me. I wonder if they would agree."
The middle-aged man's expression stiffened.
He then regained his composure and said quietly, "Martial Saint Li, please don't make this difficult for us. We're just following orders."
He glanced around at the others, "You should see that we're not weak. Among the seven of us, there are five Martial Saints, and three are at the limit of their power. What kind of forces would be able to mobilize such profound strength, I needn't explain more, you should understand."
"I see."