Though A Mu was not some peerless master, reaching the Innate Realm at his age still counted as remarkable aptitude and considerable talent.
He had drifted through the martial world, battered by life's storms, and had encountered quite a few powerful figures, yet he had never seen anyone as outstanding as the man and woman before him.
No longer concealing his aura or suppressing his presence, Xiang Yang was like a deity above the nine heavens—a mighty existence mortals found difficult to look upon, and dared not look upon. It seemed that if he wished, he would not even need to lift a hand; his near-solid aura alone could shake A Mu to death.
Such a person was so great that one could only worship him. A Mu revered him as if he were a ghost or god.
Though Nan Fenglan could not compare to Xiang Yang, as a Celestial Realm expert, she was likewise beyond the resistance of a mere A Mu. Moreover, she regarded herself as a star beside the sun; her aura interwove and merged with Xiang Yang's, becoming one, and carrying several traces of the majesty of proving the Dao.
"Come with me. I have some questions for you."
A Mu looked quite presentable, but unfortunately his character was atrocious. At least where Lady Ruyu was concerned, he was an utter scumbag. Xiang Yang had no favorable impression of him and spoke in an icy tone.
As Xiang Yang's voice entered his ears, an immense urge to submit rose from the depths of A Mu's heart. It was the resignation born from facing authority, dominance, and overwhelming power—seeing no hope of resistance and no possibility of saving himself. Put simply, it was like smashing a broken jar: he had accepted his fate.
Thus, a strange scene