Lesson

"Se-Senior, if you came because of what happened during the day..."

Gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to drop to his knees, Zhao Wuji said with difficulty,

"Junior admits his mistake! I was blind and foolish. I should not have treated those two children..."

His words came to an abrupt halt.

Because the black-clad figure, who had remained silent all this time, finally moved.

He slowly raised his head. From the shadows beneath his hood, a pair of icy eyes stared at Zhao Wuji without the slightest emotion.

Merely being watched by those eyes made Zhao Wuji feel as though he had been stripped naked and thrown into an icy wasteland. Even his soul trembled.

"You should not have touched them."

The hoarse voice rang out. Every word seemed to have been forced from the depths of his throat, rough and weathered, yet carrying a chilling killing intent.

The moment his words fell, the black-clad figure moved.

His movements were not fast. They could even be described as slow.

Yet Zhao Wuji discovered in horror that he could not move at all!

He was nailed firmly in place, able only to watch helplessly as that large hand, covered in rough calluses, reached for his throat.

"No—"

Zhao Wuji wanted to struggle, wanted to unleash a soul skill, but the Soul Power within him was like a frozen river. He could not mobilize even a trace of it.

That hand effortlessly closed around his throat.

Then—Boom!

Zhao Wuji's vision blurred, and the scenery around him rapidly receded.

A window flashed past before his eyes. The night wind howled across his face, while the lights of the hotel swiftly faded into the distance.

Gripped by the black-clad figure like a chick, he was carried out of the hotel and plunged into