Hearing Demon Refining True Lord's cold, mocking voice behind him, Su Yuan was utterly speechless.
Come on, man. You're a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, and you actually lowered yourself to ambush me? Isn't that a bit much?
Am I really that easy to hate?
Demon Refining True Lord's massive hand, hard as a rock, landed heavily on Su Yuan's shoulder.
"Su Yuan, didn't I tell you before? Once you arrived in Ten Immortal City, I'd personally give you a warm welcome and make you feel right at home."
"It's just a shame that I sent you invitations more than once, and you ignored every single one."
"I get the feeling you're a little afraid of me, kid."
Of course I'm afraid! How could I not be?
And those invitations you had someone deliver—could you really call them invitations?
Who sends out invitations in black and white? At first glance, they looked like frames for memorial portraits!
Who'd dare show up?
But Su Yuan only dared to grumble about that in his head. On the outside, he wore an expression of deep emotion.
Demon Refining True Lord continued:
"To invite you, I had the security guards keeping an eye out for you long ago, and told them to report to me the moment you showed up."
"But, well... I was worried my enthusiasm might scare you, so I deliberately held off on appearing right away, in case you got spooked and ran off."
"Once you walked into Myriad Beasts University... that is, my territory, we could finally meet face-to-face and have a nice, long chat."
Su Yuan swallowed and said cautiously:
"Senior Demon Refining... I have an important assignment from True Lord Wuluo."
"How about we talk after I've finished my work..."
Demon Refining True Lord cut him off calmly:
"No