"Hahaha..."
Maha Tian lay flat on the bed. Upon hearing Maha Zi's words, he burst into laughter, though there was a trace of unwillingness and sorrow in it.
"Pfft..."
Perhaps he had laughed too hard. Already severely injured, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face grew even paler.
"Clan Head, you..."
The experts of the Maha Ancient Clan were all startled by the sight.
"Damn it, Clan Head, take it easy! Don't let anything happen to you!"
Faced with the concern of the many Maha Ancient Clan experts, Maha Tian raised an arm and waved it. "It's fine. I'm fine."
"Maha Zi, since it wasn't a dream, send the things Hun Xiu demanded as soon as possible!"
As he spoke, much of Maha Tian's sharpness faded away, and he gained an air of twilight years.
Maha Tian understood.
He understood very clearly.
That "dream" had been real. He had been defeated by Hun Xiu. Before Hun Xiu, he had possessed no strength to resist and had simply been ground into the dirt.
At that moment,
his arrogance,
his pride, had all dispersed.
He had returned to being ordinary.
The things he had promised Hun Xiu, the things Hun Xiu wanted—Maha Tian had to arrange for someone to deliver them.
He had witnessed Hun Xiu's strength, and he had felt it firsthand.
He, Maha Tian, truly could not afford to provoke this man.
Nor could the Maha Ancient Clan at present.
He could no longer face that man called Hun Xiu. Nor did he want anything to do with the Hall of Souls anymore.
He was afraid.
Maha Tian was afraid.
As his words fell,
Maha Tian waved his hand. "Arrange for people to deliver what Hun Xiu wants as quickly as possible! I'm tired. Leave!"
"Yes!"
Everyone