Hanyu looked utterly helpless.
The First Hall wore a smile.
Their expressions were as stark a contrast as could be.
"Last time, you interrupted me. By rights, I should've beaten you half to death before having a proper chat with you."
Hanyu broke out in a cold sweat. He'd thought the other man was about to go back on his word. Fortunately, the First Hall changed tack; otherwise, he really would've been ready to put up a desperate fight.
"But if our chat makes me happy, I can let you go."
The First Hall said this with a cheerful grin.
Damn!
So I have to humor you, too?
Hanyu looked as if he'd swallowed a fly. And he had to keep this thousand-year-old fossil entertained, of all people.
"Go ahead, then. What exactly do you want?"
If they could talk, they'd talk. If not, when the time came, he'd have no choice but to fight for his life.
The First Hall's gaze suddenly turned strange. The way he looked Hanyu up and down made Hanyu's heart pound with unease.
The atmosphere seemed to grow heavy all at once.
The other man's aura had also become unfathomably deep. Hanyu couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat.
As expected, he was nothing like Di Liuxin and the others.
They couldn't command this kind of oppressive force.
When they'd been separated by a world, Hanyu hadn't been able to feel it. But now that they were face-to-face, the moment the other man's aura spread, Hanyu felt his terror for himself.
It was the suppression of a superior over an inferior.
The aura's most useless, yet most direct, function.
Between those of equal strength, it did little. But a strong cultivator's suppression of a weak one was absolute.
The instant the other man released