Hearing this, Mirage said without turning his head, "I haven't done anything to your disciple."
Although Mirage sounded casual, as though the matter were of no consequence, everyone present could hear that the atmosphere between the two had become one of drawn swords and bent bows.
"Heh, Fellow Daoist Mirage." Divine Lord Yangsu chuckled, his tone quite amiable. "Abduction and imprisonment hardly count as 'not doing anything.'"
Song Yan and the others stood obediently in the distance without a word.
Faced with this confrontation between two Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators, Song Yan knew he had no right to interject, but he felt entirely justified.
After all, his master had traveled countless miles to the Eastern Sea to save him.
The whole affair would probably cost him more than a decade. Surely there ought to be some compensation?
He could hardly make the trip for nothing.
Mirage narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice sinking. "You're threatening me."
"Of course."
Divine Lord Yangsu chuckled, utterly unabashed.
Mirage said slowly, "You think you can stop me from leaving, do you?"
A chill had already entered his words.
Yet Divine Lord Yangsu offered no answer. Instead, Spiritual Power immediately began surging around him.
His Spirit Transformation Realm pressure rose fiercely, held back not at all. Even the protective spells around Song Yan and the others trembled, rippling outward like the surface of water.
"I've never fought you, so naturally I don't know whether I can stop you," Divine Lord Yangsu said. "But I think we can try."
Once Divine Lord Yangsu finished speaking, silence suddenly fell between sea and sky.
The wind stopped, and the waves stilled.
Mirage and Yangsu faced each other from several dozen zhang apart.
Standing in the distance, Song Yan felt his heart rise into his throat.
After a long