Surprise and disbelief appeared on Nisir's face.
The astonishment in his eyes as he looked at Qin Ran far exceeded what his expression showed. The conclusion he had just reached had been overturned so easily.
That was hardly a pleasant experience for Nisir.
But he had no time to dwell on it.
A killing intent far colder and sharper than the blade against his neck pierced his heart.
Nisir knew Qin Ran was not joking.
If he refused to talk, Qin Ran really would kill him.
The thought sprang into his mind the moment he saw Qin Ran's calm, emotionless eyes.
"Shiqi is in the hall with the other people taking the trial. Also..."
"Congratulations. You passed!"
Nisir took a deep breath as he spoke.
Then he pointed at the sword tip before him and said slowly, "I believe there are other, more appropriate ways for us to communicate!"
"Is that so?"
"But I think our communication should be exactly this direct-now tell those people approaching to go back where they came from, or I can't guarantee what I'll do!"
"And take me to Shiqi immediately!"
Qin Ran swept his gaze across the seemingly empty cabin with a cold sneer. The killing aura he had accumulated through slaughter alone filled the room like a howling whirlwind.
Whoosh!
The flames of the fire inside the room abruptly shrank.
A soul-chilling cold began to spread, stopping those who had just approached in their tracks. They seemed to have been frozen solid.
But more than anything, their eyes held terror.
It was as though they had seen the most terrifying demon imaginable.
Sensing the state of his assistants and apprentices, who had never experienced real combat, Nisir sighed helplessly at the gulf between them before saying, "2567, I told you that you passed!