Verbal Suppression

After all, Lin Xuan had already gained many opportunities on this trip.

There was no need to rush over this green mist.

But the old man was different.

The old man and the green mist seemed to coexist peacefully at the moment, but in reality, he had to constantly resist the green mist. One careless move, and he could be assimilated by it.

The two sides were facing dangers on completely different levels.

Lin Xuan was in no danger at all, whereas the old man was constantly facing danger.

The old man had never expected Lin Xuan's mental fortitude to be so formidable, nor that he would possess such profound skill with words.

With just a few sentences, Lin Xuan had turned the old man's psychological advantage into a disadvantage.

At this moment, the old man clenched his fists. To be honest, he was truly beginning to lose the urge to strike, because in all the years he had lived, he had never been so obsequious.

Yet now, even though he was being so servile before Lin Xuan, he had not gained the slightest advantage. Instead, Lin Xuan had splashed basin after basin of cold water over his face.

This was an insult the old man simply could not accept.

But after thinking it over carefully, the old man knew full well that without Lin Xuan, he would inevitably remain trapped in the green mist.

Before long, the old man's soul would turn green. Once his soul had completely turned green, he would become part of the green mist.

That was not an outcome the old man wanted to see.

Thus, the old man could only endure it. He took a deep breath, suppressed all the emotions in his heart, then put on a smile and turned his gaze toward