"Hm? What is it? Didn't you want to get this pendant into your hands? Why, now that I've handed it to you, are you giving it back instead?"
Meng Zhao knew he had surely placed immense pressure on the man. He had even been hoping the other would use the residual power of the Demonic Saber within the Black Dagger Pendant to lash out at him and make some trouble.
That way, he could crush him with overwhelming violence, give him the deepest despair at the height of his hopes, and utterly destroy his mental will. Then he could ask whatever he wished.
Unfortunately, his imagination was beautiful, but reality often defied expectations. Not only had the other man failed to use the Black Dagger Pendant to commit violence and gamble for a path to survival, he had decisively returned it to Meng Zhao's hand instead.
It could only be said that this fellow was not merely clever, but also bold and decisive. Of course, he was also someone who feared death.
Fearing death was good. Meng Zhao was not afraid of opponents who feared death; he only feared those with unbreakable bones.
"Your martial arts are far beyond mine. Since that is the case, I have no wish to humiliate myself. This Black Dagger Pendant is safer in your hands, and it will save me from entertaining any unruly thoughts."
"Hahaha, good. You truly are a clever man. Since you are clever, I will use a clever method to speak with you.
"First, tell me who you are, what your identity is, and whose orders and instructions you follow."
"Let me remind you first: do not lie. With my supreme spiritual cultivation and mental perception, I can distinguish truth from falsehood. Once I decide that you are deceiving me,