When the Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain Fragment's pull firmly locked onto that massive Primal Magnetism iron ore, the elderly man in green robes, who had been tightly stuck to the stone wall, suddenly felt the sticky, glue-like force tugging at his back vanish.
His body abruptly loosened, and he detached from the stone wall as though the support beneath him had been pulled away.
Then, a reverse force of attraction dragged him toward the Primal Magnetism Ren Mountain Fragment, drawing him ever closer to Chen Changming.
"It seems... I truly cannot escape this calamity after all..."
As the elderly man in green robes watched Chen Changming's face draw nearer, he let out a long sigh.
Yet strangely, there was not the slightest fear in his expression. Instead, it carried an odd sense of release.
The humiliation and despair of having been plotted against by the unknown presence within the Primal Magnetism iron ore had now been replaced by the relief of at least dying at the hands of a human cultivator.
If he died inexplicably at the hands of that unknown existence within the Primal Magnetism iron ore, he truly would not be able to rest in peace.
The elderly man in green robes raised his head to meet Chen Changming's gaze. Suddenly, he smiled in resignation and clasped his hands in salute. "Fellow Daoist, kill or torture me as you please. This old man accepts it."
"I'll give you a quick death."
Chen Changming spoke calmly, his gaze as placid as still water.
He had always drawn a clear line between gratitude and resentment. Just now, this elderly man in green robes had attacked him without a word, his killing intent utterly genuine.
Since that was the case, Chen Changming would not feign mercy and spare this man's life.