"From this moment on, whatever I ask you, you will answer truthfully. If you make even the slightest mistake, I'll make you wish you were dead..."
Su Fan's voice seemed wrapped in icy air, so cold and sharp that it sounded as though it had come straight from the endlessly deep, gloomy, and terrifying Nine Underworld Hell, its chill seeping into the marrow.
How could Zhao Wuyou dare harbor even the slightest thought of resisting now?
The strength this man had displayed was truly terrifying. Before him, Zhao Wuyou was as insignificant as an ant, utterly incapable of putting up even the slightest resistance.
Fear clutched his heart tight. His legs went weak, and with a heavy "thud," he fell to his knees. Then, like a pestle pounding garlic, he repeatedly smashed his forehead against the ground. The booming thuds rang out with startling clarity in this utterly silent space.
"Fellow Daoist, we've never had any grudges, old or new. I absolutely never intended to harm you! All of this was forced by the Shen Family's ancestor. I had no choice..."
Zhao Wuyou sobbed and pleaded through his tears as he kowtowed, his voice filled with panic and helplessness.
Su Fan swept a cold glance over Zhao Wuyou's wretched state, and intense disdain surged in his heart. This man was so spineless that the moment he faced the slightest coercion, he readily sold out his family. It was truly despicable.
However, he had no time to dwell on such emotions now. There was only one thought in his mind: get to the Zhao Family as quickly as possible and carry out the task at hand. He feared that the slightest delay might breed unforeseen complications and cause the mission to fall through at the last moment.
"Take me to the