"Literal meaning."
Chen Ye pointed to the mess on the ground and leisurely said,
"With Gu Qianlong's identity and talent, I'm sure the senior members of Huayue Mansion, as well as your old father in Hunyuan City, would be willing to pay a handsome ransom for you."
He casually threw a few Divine Sense Jade Scrolls at Gu Tangyin's feet, producing a crisp sound.
These Jade Scrolls can record a cultivator's spiritual mark for identity recognition.
Gu Tangyin bit her pale lower lip, her chest heaving violently a few times, but ultimately said nothing. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, refusing to speak further.
Ransom?
Ridiculous.
A demon cultivator is indeed a demon cultivator, akin to a bandit, seeing oneself as fat prey.
Yet if death is inevitable, why should Gu Tangyin fear threats?
Looking at her unwillingness to speak, Chen Ye was not irritated.
There's plenty of time.
Moreover,
