The youth walked step by step into the middle of the room and studied Yi Chen carefully. "Ah, it's you? You're actually all right?"
Yi Chen shrugged and said blandly, "Do you want to take me on? Do you know who I am? I won't hurt you. I won't let you die."
The youth fell silent for a moment, then asked quietly, "Who exactly are you? You must be the person my father spoke of, right? Your cultivation is decent. Though it's a little lacking, I'm still no match for you. Are you from the Douluo Continent?"
Yi Chen sighed and waved his hand. Several strands of grayish-white mist silently slipped into the youth's body. Yi Chen said calmly, "Tell me, who sent you?"
The youth's expression shifted for a long time. Suddenly, he sprang up and drew the sword at his waist, ready to attack.
Yi Chen flicked a finger with a cold sneer. A sharp blast of Finger Wind tore through the youth's skin and pierced the index finger of his left hand. The youth let out a muffled groan and sank limply to his knees.
Yi Chen said indifferently, "If you dare try anything, I won't even need to lift a hand. That single strike can kill you. But I like honest fellows, so you must give me an answer. Understand?"
The youth gritted his teeth and held on without saying a word.
Yi Chen did not press him. He simply watched in silence.
They stared at each other for a long while before Yi Chen finally spoke. "All right, I won't force you. But I can tell you this-your mission has failed, so there's no need for you to keep hunting me. Leave this place at once. Going back to your father might well be a