"Not bad, boy. You should know what happens when you offend our Holy City. And you won't escape this old man's palm either. Better behave and let yourself be bound; you'll suffer less pain of the flesh that way. Otherwise..." the old man said with a cold laugh, his bearing diminished somewhat, like a wolf finally baring its fangs.
Lin Xuan fell silent. He was no longer a cultivator who had just arrived in these parts, and he naturally had a clear idea of the strength of the East Sea cultivation world.
The Three Demon Emperors, the Six Sea Kings.
As for the Human Race's side, it was even more mysterious, and the Holy City was the strongest force.
Even a Dongxuan Realm cultivator who offended any one of them would be unable to bear the consequences. This time, he really had stirred up a great disaster.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Lin Xuan's expression grew more and more terrified, as if his mind had already collapsed.
"Well? Have you still not thought it through?" the old man's voice became increasingly cold, tinged with impatience.
"I..."
"I what? Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit—could it be you truly want this old man to act personally?"
"No, Senior, calm your anger. I'll go back with you." Lin Xuan spoke with great fear.
"Mm, at least you know what's good for you. This is the correct choice, and you can spare yourself much suffering of the flesh." A satisfied look appeared on the Taoist-Robed Elder's face, while inwardly he was laughing at his companion for worrying too much just now. A mere Lihe Realm cultivator—how would he dare resist? See, with just a casual threat from him, the boy obediently allowed himself to be bound.
"Fine. Now come back