"Mr. Kun." Soren, seated behind the desk, spoke as he looked at the White Robed Advisor. "Do you know that you arrived later than I expected? Did you go back to report the situation to the organization behind you, which is why you were late?"
"This!" The White Robed Advisor's body shook violently. Looking at Soren, his inner shock was beyond measure. Everything that had happened today, everything Soren had said, had far exceeded his imagination.
"Do you know your crime?" Soren said coldly, utterly stern and imposing.
The White Robed Advisor trembled and lowered his head, instinctively about to kneel and beg forgiveness. But just as his knees bent, he suddenly stopped, because he thought of something.
Would confessing his guilt be of any use now?
His identity had been completely exposed. There was no chance of salvaging the situation.
He could either die or flee now. There was no medicine for regret. Or perhaps, since he had come this far...
The White Robed Advisor abruptly raised his head and stared straight at Soren. He could see clearly that there was no third person in the room besides Soren and himself.
For him, this might not be an excellent opportunity.
Since he had already been exposed, he might as well kill Soren outright and see this through to the end.
In fact, if he truly succeeded, it would be far more valuable than continuing to hide and steal intelligence.
Then...
Smack!
The White Robed Advisor stamped on the ground. Energy surged rapidly through his body, and he shot forward like an arrow, charging straight at Soren behind the desk.
His mind was made up, his gaze unwavering.
He pressed forward without hesitation, without the slightest wavering.
The White Robed Advisor rushed ahead, his body squeezing the air and producing