The man's consciousness was foggy and heavy. He could not muster any strength in his limbs, and they were even somewhat numb. He did not know how long passed before his body gradually recovered and his mind cleared again. Slowly, he opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was a dim yellow light, and beneath it, a slightly yellowed ceiling.
Turning his head, his gaze narrowed as he saw the mysterious man from before seated squarely in a Tiger Skin Round Chair, silently toying with the Black Dagger Pendant. He made no sound, yet he brought immense psychological pressure.
The man's heart trembled. He considered himself a top-tier Innate expert. Though he might not have matched Old Blade Zhao or Gu Li, he was still a great expert at the level of Qi Condensation into Gang, with profound internal energy and exceptionally tenacious, resilient mental will. He was no fraud or decorative showpiece.
Precisely because he had such a clear understanding of himself, he felt a bone-deep fear toward the mysterious man before him.
What kind of martial art could knock him unconscious without him even knowing how he had passed out?
Even ordinary Grandmasters might not possess such a method. His own superior, Bei Tangsu, perhaps did, but he had never displayed it before him, so he might as well not have.
Thus, this mysterious man before him was likely the strongest person he had ever encountered in his life, without equal.
"You merely wanted to know some information. Why did you have to seize me?"
The man slowly moved his body. He felt his true qi flowing freely through every channel in his body, without the slightest obstruction, and understood that the mysterious man before him had not regarded him as a threat at all. That was