In response to Xue Ya's mockery, Xinyuan simply smiled faintly, not minding at all, and said, "In the end, this humble monk saved your life; that is a fact. Blood Sea Tathagata, this favor must be repaid."
Xinyuan didn't say what would happen if it wasn't repaid, and Xue Ya wasn't foolish enough to ask. The faintly visible Qi mechanism in the phantom door already indicated the consequences of not repaying.
With Xue Ya's current injuries, if the favor isn't repaid, the only option would be to return his life to Xinyuan. This time, no strongest individual would intercept half-way to let Xue Ya live.
"What do you want?" Xue Ya, knowing he was powerless to resist, didn't say much and asked directly.
"Very simple, I just need the Blood Sea Tathagata to use your face, this identity, to do one thing for this humble monk." Xinyuan looked at Xue Ya's current face with a slight hint of meaning.
