"If... if I tell you everything I know, can you... can you spare me?" Venerable Jile still harbored a sliver of hope.
"That depends on what you tell me. If it's truly important to me, then I might not kill you," Yang Xiao swore solemnly, his right hand raised to the sky with the practiced ease of someone taking a poisonous oath on his relatives.
Seeing this, Venerable Jile hesitated no longer, panting, "I've mentioned before... before, how Wounded Door swindled a treasure from my Xiu Sect years ago. Do you remember it?"
"I remember," Yang Xiao nodded.
"It's... It's the very Torturing Life Saber you hold in your hands," Venerable Jile swallowed, speaking with difficulty, "It was because of this saber that the Xiu Sect became enemies with Wounded Door. In order to retrieve this saber, we sought you out, intending to take the Soul-Capturing Mirror and trade with Wounded Door, but we never expected..."