Night Owl's pupils abruptly contracted. Li Hengwen's words were like a sharp dagger, stabbing straight into his heart.
He instinctively took a step back. Fine beads of cold sweat seeped across his forehead, and his eyes were filled with vigilance and fear.
He had never imagined that the Soul Restriction, which had always been regarded as an absolute safeguard, could be spoken of so lightly by the other party.
His heart began to waver violently, and the words the branch hall masters had spoken earlier echoed ceaselessly in his mind.
Li Hengwen still wore that faint, calm smile. His gaze was deep and tranquil, as though he had seen through Night Owl's inner struggle.
He gently shook his head, his tone mild yet carrying unquestionable force. "Night Owl, there is no need for you to be so tense. I am not your enemy. I have come to give you a chance to choose."
"A chance to choose?" Night Owl frowned deeply, a flicker of confusion passing through his eyes. "What choice?"
Li Hengwen nodded slightly, sweeping his gaze over Wu Ming and the others. His tone carried a hint of deeper meaning. "Like them, you can choose to break free from Xuantian Hall's restraints and regain your freedom.
The Soul Restriction is a shackle to you, but to me, it is merely a barrier that can be shattered with a casual wave of my hand.
I can lift the restriction for you, so that you will no longer be controlled by Xuan Feng."
Night Owl's heartbeat suddenly quickened, Li Hengwen's words ringing over and over in his mind.
The Soul Restriction had been personally planted by Venerable Lord Xuan Feng. No one had ever been able to break it.
Yet Li Hengwen, standing before him, had casually claimed that he