Facing this sudden turn of events, Zhang Bairen began to feel uneasy.
At this moment, his life was no longer in his own hands.
Meanwhile, Chen Changsheng sat there with a calm expression.
Seeing this, the white-haired old man smiled faintly. "Daoist friend, in a place like this, no matter what expression you put on, I can sense the changes in your heart."
"If you are truly afraid, you can show it a little."
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng looked up at the old man.
"Senior, are you going to kill us?"
"Not quite. I merely intend to teach you a lesson."
"Once every cultivator steps onto the path of cultivation, their master's elders will warn them not to pry into the strong at will."
"You two are already grown men. How can you still act so rashly?"
"Did you really think that, separated by an epoch, no one could do anything to you?"
"Gulp!"
Forcing down a mouthful of saliva, Chen Changsheng said seriously, "It is mainly because I never expected you to be this powerful, Senior."
"You can so easily subdue the two of us even across an entire epoch."
"But what I am more curious about is this: if the two of us die within this memory, will we die in reality as well?"
"Of course you will."
The white-haired old man nodded with a smile. "Although this place belongs to your memories, from a certain perspective, it is also a dream."
"For me to kill someone in a dream is not particularly difficult."
"You have quite a few little tricks up your sleeve, so killing you would likely take a bit more effort."
"But he is different. The True Spirits and Divine Sense he split off may seem like brilliant methods, but in my eyes, they are