"I... I agree... I'll do my best to cooperate with you..."
Cao Ying swallowed, fear flooding her beautiful eyes as she answered Hun Changqing in a trembling voice. Although she could not sense his exact cultivation level, she could feel an aura even more terrifying than her father's, along with that faint, icy killing intent.
Cao Ying knew that Hun Changqing's threats had not been empty boasts. Whether for her own safety or for the Cao Family's sake, she did not dare defy him now. She could only submit.
"Living up to your reputation as the Cao Family's enchantress, I see. You're quick-witted enough to understand the situation. Much more sensible than that stubborn girl I used to know."
Watching Cao Ying submit, Hun Changqing nodded in satisfaction and spoke with a soft chuckle. Then he casually extended a hand and tapped the air. Dense black vapor, carrying the chill of death, immediately erupted from his fingertip, wildly transforming into strips of pitch-black wood.
The wooden strips surged, twisting and weaving through the air without pause. In the end, those densely packed strips, resembling demonic tentacles, formed a black coffin large enough to hold one person, closely fitted to Hun Changqing's figure. Under his control, it slowly descended to the floor with a dull thud.
"It looks rather inauspicious no matter how you look at it, but this seems to be the only way. So be it."
Hun Changqing looked at the coffin on the floor and sighed helplessly. Then he shook his head and hesitated no longer. He opened the lid and slowly lay inside under Cao Ying's bewildered gaze. As he closed his eyes, a brilliant silver light began flashing between his brows, spreading outward until it illuminated the entire room.
The intense light, accompanied by violent soul