"Don't you have anything to say to me?" the old man asked mildly, looking at He Pingsheng.
He Pingsheng had regained his composure by now. He gave a cold laugh. "An ant fighting for its life, struggling to the death-what is there to say?"
"You won, I lost. It's that simple!"
"Kill me or carve me up, as you please!"
Clap...
Clap!
Clap!
The old man raised his hands and clapped a few times, lightly but loudly.
"Good! A true hero, upright and honorable!" Taixu straightened his hunched back again and slowly circled He Pingsheng twice. "So, at present, I'm the victor and you're the loser?"
He Pingsheng said nothing.
Taixu continued, "Then can you, the loser, tell me why you wanted to escape?"
"Have I, your master, wronged you in any way?"
"Why ask when you already know the answer?" He Pingsheng said.
"I insist on asking even though I know," Taixu replied. "Would Young Master He kindly enlighten me?"
He Pingsheng pointed behind him. "In this vast Great Void Sect, you won't let me leave, keeping me confined here. Don't you know perfectly well what you're plotting?"
"And what about this?"
He swung his arm around and pointed at the unfinished formation on the floor. "This is clearly a formation for soul seizure!"
"You're going to seize my body, yet you won't even let me run?"
Taixu looked utterly taken aback. "Soul... soul seizure?"
He looked at himself, then at the formation beneath his feet, and nodded. "You think this formation is for soul seizure?"
"Isn't it?" He Pingsheng countered.
"Yes, yes, yes..." Taixu nodded wearily. "If you think so, then so be it. In any case, you're the loser now, and I'm the victor!"
"With a single thought, I can destroy your divine sense!"
"Escape is out