The wind swept across Glazed City's white-jade array platform, carrying the damp chill of the nearby sea.
The four Saints guarding the Teleportation Array stiffened at the same time, bone-deep shock churning in their eyes.
The four of them had held this place for many years, presiding over an entire region. They had seen no shortage of Saint cultivators, yet never had anyone dared to be so blunt and forceful, confronting all four of them alone.
"Are you truly determined to have your own way?"
The dark-faced cultivator on the right could no longer hold back. He spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying restrained menace. "The four of us can join forces and hold the advantage of the array. You may not necessarily be able to retreat unscathed."
Qin He stood tall, with not a trace of sharp killing intent around him. Yet the seamless Saint Tier foundation he possessed made even the surrounding air seem several degrees more sluggish.
He raised his eyes indifferently. "If you think a battle is necessary, then I will accompany you."
It was a simple sentence, without any arrogant clamor, yet it carried the certainty and confidence unique to a Saint.
The expressions of the four men shifted in turn as calculations raced through their minds, all of them weighed down by caution and hesitation.
The dark-faced cultivator was still unwilling to let it go. Lowering his voice, he gritted out, "Fellow Daoist, why be so stubborn? Cross-Region Teleportation is fraught with unpredictable danger. Once space collapses into chaos, the result will be death and the extinguishing of the Dao. We are stopping you only to preserve your life."
"Preserve my life?"
Qin He lifted his gaze slightly. His tone was calm, but it carried a chill that seemed to see straight