"Wait."
Zhang Tie's voice was not loud, even carrying its usual calmness, yet it was like an invisible shackle that instantly froze Zhao Santian's movements.
Zhao Santian, who had already walked more than ten feet away, suddenly stiffened.
He only felt an exceedingly subtle force of restraint emanating from the surrounding space, leaving him without the slightest thought of resistance. The scene before his eyes blurred slightly, and in the next instant, he was once again seated upright in the same wooden chair as before, as though he had never left.
Cold sweat instantly seeped from Zhao Santian's temples and slid down his somewhat gaunt cheeks.
Only then did he fully awaken from the wild joy of receiving the news, a chill shooting from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.
His smug loss of composure just now probably looked no different from a clown's antics in the other man's eyes. If he angered this senior, crushing him to death would likely be easier than crushing an ant.
"P-Please forgive me, Senior! This junior lost himself in the moment and forgot his manners. I beg Senior to be magnanimous!" Zhao Santian hurriedly rose to his feet and bowed deeply, his voice carrying an almost imperceptible tremble.
Zhang Tie's gaze remained indifferent, his emotions unreadable. He merely nodded slightly. "No matter."
Zhao Santian felt as though he had been granted a pardon. He straightened his back and did not dare relax in the slightest.
"What was this 'Nether Emperor's Immortal Mansion' you mentioned just now?" Zhang Tie picked up the slightly cooled spiritual tea on the table and took a sip, his tone as steady as ever.
Zhao Santian took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. After gathering his thoughts, he replied respectfully, "In answer to Senior,