The child sat in his mother's arms, his face innocent and bewildered. As he looked around, he sensed many things that felt very strange to him.
What was that? Why did it make him feel both comfortable and uncomfortable?
He was still little and did not understand that these things were malice.
"Do you know how great an opportunity you have refused?" the old man asked the mother, his tone turning cold and his gaze darkening.
As an elder of Tong Shen Hall, he had never had anyone dare refuse him, much less when he had personally extended the invitation.
At that moment, the child felt even less puzzled, because he sensed something from the old man that made him feel even more uncomfortable and comfortable.
What was that? He was very curious.
"I'm sorry, Senior. My child is still young, and I have no plans to let him cultivate for now." The mother still chose to refuse.
"Hmph, that isn't up to you!" The old man snorted and suddenly reached for the child, intending to take him away by force.
"Senior, you've gone too far!"
The mother frowned slightly. She did not want to show her stern side in front of her child, but this old man was far too overbearing.
"Don't touch me!" Yet before she could act, the child in her arms suddenly shouted.
"Hm?" The old man shuddered, feeling as though a mountain formed from the Dao had crashed straight into him.
His pupils contracted, and he hurriedly tried to defend himself. To his shock, however, even after employing every means at his disposal, he could not stop it at all. He was sent flying, his body disintegrating in an instant.
Bang!
The entire tavern was also reduced to dust at that moment.
Everyone was unharmed.