#1103 - Chapter 1103 Let Him Go

Ye Ling was in her office when Xuan came in to give her a cup of Wuhua tea.

"Lord Ling, have some tea, it's good for your spirit."

Xuan had always been unyielding, speaking to others with a blank face and cold words, but when facing Ye Ling, Xuan's voice carried a hint of gentleness, and his eyes intentionally focused on her.

When he saw Ye Ling worrying and exhausting herself over official matters, he would offer her health-preserving tea. This was all he could do.

Ye Ling took Xuan's Wuhua tea, feeling the warmth of the tea through the cup. Wisps of tea vapor rose, carrying a refreshing fragrance.

Ye Ling took a sip, instantly feeling refreshed and her brain taking a short break.

Ye Ling looked up and noticed Xuan still standing by the side.

Because of Ye Ling's sudden gaze, Xuan's eyes met hers. In an instant, Xuan lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands, and said in a very respectful tone, "This subordinate will take his leave."

After speaking, Xuan prepared to leave, but Ye Ling called out to him, Xuan paused and turned back around.

"Xuan, what do you think of Wen Hou…"

Xuan had participated in this struggle, and Ye Ling wanted to know Xuan's thoughts.

Xuan considered for a moment, "This person is one of the masterminds and should be executed."

Xuan had participated in the struggle and knew very well that the people of Yinsha Palace had shown no mercy and had fought to the death.

Ye Ling remained silent.

At this moment, a Spirit Guard wearing silver armor walked in.

"Lord Ling, the Third Miss of Yinsha Palace requests an audience."

Upon hearing this, Xuan and Ye Ling remembered that Yinsha Palace also had a Wen Lin.

The purpose of this person's visit should be related to Wen Hou. Ye Ling agreed to see Wen Lin.

Wen Lin walked into the Zixia Hall, followed by several elders of Yinsha Palace.

Wen Lin was somewhat different from usual, her face was expressionless, and her eyes were cold. Xuan only glanced at Wen Lin, and their eyes met. In that instant, Xuan felt the bone-chilling coldness hidden in Wen Lin's eyes.

Wen Lin arrived at the center of the hall and did not bow to Ye Ling as she usually did.

The Spirit Guard couldn't stand it any longer and shouted directly, "Bold! How dare you not kneel when you see Lord Ling!"

Wen Lin turned her head and glanced at the Spirit Guard with a fierce look, her eyes filled with obvious killing intent.

Ye Ling raised her hand and said calmly, "It's fine."

"Everyone from Yinsha Palace, coming to my Zixia Hall, I presume it is for that criminal."

Ye Ling said very bluntly, directly guessing their intention.

"That's right."

Wen Lin responded.

"This person is guilty, he should pay the price for his actions."

Ye Ling's voice carried a hint of coercion. She knew very well that Wen Hou could not be easily released.

Another Elder Zhou also stood up.

"Yinsha Palace is not dead yet, don't push us too far!"

As Elder Zhou said, before they came, some people in Yinsha Palace were also adjusting the situation within the palace.

Yinsha Palace occupied a certain position among the sects. This struggle seemed to be won by the Xinghe Sect, but in reality, both sides were hurt. If the fighting continued, it would likely lead to another scene of bloodshed.

Ye Ling was silent, contemplating and considering.

The last Elder Wen was the tutor of the three Wen Hou of Yinsha Palace and also a person with great power in Yinsha Palace.

Elder Wen also knew that Ye Ling would probably not release people easily.

"Lord Ling, Wen Yi has already paid the price of his life. Wen Hou is the Palace Master of my Yinsha Palace. I hope that Lord Ling will release Wen Hou. From now on, my Yinsha Palace will pay tribute to the Xinghe Sect every year, which can be regarded as an explanation to the cultivation world."

Elder Wen's words were already a clear concession, and Ye Ling also knew what Elder Wen meant.

"If Yinsha Palace does this again, you know the consequences!"

Ye Ling flicked her sleeves, leaving a sentence, which was regarded as agreeing to the request of several people.

At this time, the four people respectfully clasped their fists and bowed, "Thank you, Lord Ling!"

After that, Wen Hou was released. The clothes on his body were tattered, and dried bloodstains could be vaguely seen.

Wen Hou was disheveled, his face was covered with messy stubble, and he looked like a beggar. His eyes were turbid, his face was haggard, and he didn't have any of the energy he had at the beginning.

The Intestine Severing Diarrhea that Xier had given him earlier had already made his body extremely weak, and his spiritual power was rapidly depleted.

When the people saw Wen Hou come out, they were all a little shocked. If it weren't for the Spirit Guard reminding them, they wouldn't have recognized that the person in front of them, like a beggar, was Wen Hou.

Wen Hou was supported by two Spirit Guards, and the two elders immediately stepped forward to take over Wen Hou.

His whole body was paralyzed, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Elder Wen frowned, "Did they torture you?"

The Spirit Guard next to him immediately retorted after hearing this, "Lord Ling did not give any instructions, and we did not use any torture on him."

The Spirit Guard's expression was serious, and he didn't look like he was lying.

They wanted to beat Wen Hou up, but without orders, everything was just wishful thinking.

The people took Wen Hou back to Yinsha Palace.

After returning to Yinsha Palace, Wen Hou stayed in the outhouse all the time.

The three elders gathered together to discuss the adjustments in Yinsha Palace.

Wen Lin, on the other hand, stayed alone in her room.

Wen Lin came to a wall, waved her little hand, and a clear light flashed.

With a "boom~" sound, the wall moved to both sides, and a crack appeared in the middle, revealing a dark and bottomless secret passage.

Wen Lin calmly walked in, and the wall returned to its original state with a boom, as if nothing had happened.

Inside the secret passage, Wen Lin did not light a lamp, but this did not seem to affect her pace.

Walking and walking, Wen Lin came to a secret room. The burning candlelight inside was a little weak, but it suddenly burned when Wen Lin came in.

Wen Lin came to a hanging portrait, on which was the true face of the Underworld King.

At that time, he was wearing a red dress, his black hair was scattered, and a pair of peach blossom eyes could feel the full charm even from the painting. He was slender and thin.

Wen Lin looked at the portrait in the painting and suddenly laughed. The laughter was sharp and cheerful, as if she was very happy.

After a while, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the whole room returned to deathly silence.

Wen Lin's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

"You knew I was coming back, right."

Wen Lin said to herself, while reaching out and stroking the face of the person in the painting, her movements were extremely gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting him.

Wen Lin's hand stopped on the body of the person in the painting, and said with a hint of sadness, "I'm back, why did you leave again."

Wen Lin's hand gradually clenched into a fist, and the grip was so strong that she could even see the blue veins on her hand protruding.