With a casual flick of his arm, Dai Youheng tossed Ling Ya back onto the carpet in the center of the room.
"Now you should understand the gap between us." Dai Youheng brushed nonexistent dust from his hands. "Killing you would take less effort than blowing away a speck of dust. So put away those pointless schemes and attempts to test me."
He walked over to the sofa and sat down, calmly watching Ling Ya cough and gasp violently on the floor, his eyes filled with conflicting emotions as he looked back at him.
"What I'm about to say concerns your future. Listen carefully."
Clutching his throat, Ling Ya struggled into a sitting position. Looking at the unfathomable young man before him, he finally abandoned every last hope of getting lucky.
With such an enormous gulf between their strengths, any resistance would be futile. "Go ahead," he said hoarsely.
"I bought you because you meet my requirements," Dai Youheng said, cutting straight to the point. "Soul Ancestor cultivation, a Level 4 Soul Engineer, and most importantly, a blood feud as deep as the sea, with ample reason to hate the existing order and certain so-called 'nobles.'"
"Hatred is the finest flame for tempering a sharp blade. That is precisely what I value." Dai Youheng's gaze sharpened. "I can give you hope of revenge, power far beyond your imagination. Enough for you to personally exact justice from that bastard of the Netherworld Sect-even from the entire Xu Family!"
Revenge!
That single word struck like the most powerful stimulant, instantly igniting the nearly extinguished fire in Ling Ya's eyes. Yet he forcibly suppressed his excitement, holding on to his last shred of composure. "What's the price? There's no such thing as a free lunch, especially... with someone like you."
He no longer