Maha raised a hand and pointed at the Red-Black Core.
"You'll go to the Dark Continent someday."
Bai Zhu immediately shook his head.
"You've got the wrong person. I don't like dangerous places. Even when I travel, I only pick cities with good public safety."
"You'll go."
"I won't."
"You will."
"Old man, you can't plan a young person's trip just because you've lived a long time."
Maha did not argue. He refilled Bai Zhu's tea instead.
"If that day truly comes, help me find someone."
Bai Zhu did not drink.
"Your son?"
"Find out whether he's dead or still trapped there."
"I can only keep an eye out if I happen to pass by."
"That's enough."
"If I run into danger, I'll run first."
"As you should."
"If I really can't run, I still won't risk my life for someone I've never met."
"Very good."
Bai Zhu stared at Maha for a moment.
The old man was not displeased by his refusal. On the contrary, he seemed satisfied.
That attitude put Bai Zhu a little more at ease. What he feared most was the Zoldyck family using family honor to pressure him, then making him sign some death-contract saying he could not return without finding the man.
"You called me here specifically. Was it really just for this?"
Maha laughed.
"What else?"
He lifted his teacup, his tone casual.
"Did you think I was going to kill you here?"
The moment he finished speaking, every sound around Bai Zhu vanished.
His body sank.
The tea table, walls, and folding screen were all still there, but his senses had been forcibly sealed inside this Japanese-style room. Maha still sat across from him without making any unnecessary movements, yet the killing intent pressing down on him filled every inch of the