When the old man heard that, his wrinkled face immediately darkened.
He thought he had already been courteous enough to these people. He had kindly urged them to leave, doing everything he could.
Not only had this young punk refused to listen, but he had also spoken rudely. It seemed this matter could not end peacefully.
"Young man, I don't know whether you're truly young or an old monster disguised as a young man. But since you have a young man's face, I'll treat you as one."
"You have some strength. That strength can earn you respect, but it isn't enough to support you in doing whatever you please."
"You should understand one principle."
"The Supernatural Circle isn't a place for showing off your courage on a whim. You have to think things through before doing anything. Some things and some words, once done or spoken, can't be taken back."
"I told you to get off Cloud Mist Mountain, but you refused."
"Now, unless you give me an explanation, you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
The old man's words were thick with menace. His eyes were filled with indifference and murderous intent.
Food could be eaten carelessly, but words could not be spoken carelessly, and things could not be done carelessly either.
If you left someone no room to maneuver, you were cutting off your own retreat.
The atmosphere grew heavy.
Old Monk and Little Monk felt as though the air around them had solidified. Their entire bodies seemed to be immersed in mercury, and every movement was incomparably difficult. Even blinking felt like lifting a mountain weighing ten thousand jun.
The oppressive, stifling Supernatural Aura made it hard for them to breathe.
It also made them afraid to breathe.
They instinctively looked toward Jiang