Yun Lintian didn't react to the sudden female voice. He recognized it immediately—Zhang Zifeng, the Celestial Pavilion Master. His gaze remained fixed on the trembling Jian brothers.
Jian Feng's face turned ashen. "Pavilion Master! He—"
"Silence." Zhang Zifeng's voice carried both authority and exhaustion. "Please forgive them. They had no choice but to comply with the Ghost Knight's demands."
Yun Lintian's lips curled into a cold smile. "And why should I listen to you? We owe each other nothing."
The air grew heavy. The unconscious guards began stirring as an oppressive aura filled the hall.
Zhang Zifeng sighed. "I can help you find the Abyssal Ghost Knight."
A dry chuckle escaped Yun Lintian's throat. "Without you, I'll find him anyway."
Jian Feng's knees buckled. Sweat poured down Jian Kun's face as if awaiting execution.
Zhang Zifeng's voice softened. "Then kill them if you must. I cannot stop you anyway."
The Jian brothers paled further.
