Li Mei felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew the implications of her actions.
"He… he saved my life, Sword Saint God,"
she stammered, her voice trembling slightly. "He risked everything to protect me and my companions. I… I owed him a debt."
"A debt that could cost him his life," the Sword Saint God countered, his gaze unwavering.
"Your clan's techniques are not meant for outsiders. They are steeped in your bloodline, attuned to your specific spiritual resonance.
Giving them to Ye Yang could have unforeseen and dangerous consequences. If your clan finds out…" He trailed off, the unspoken threat hanging heavy in the air.
He knew the insular nature of the cultivation world, the fierce protection of family secrets.
If Li Mei's clan discovered she had shared their heirloom with an outsider, they would likely seek retribution, and Ye Yang would become a target.
