The founder's eyes narrowed, two pinpoints of malevolent light boring into my consciousness. I remained perfectly still, knowing any sign of deception would be fatal.
"You suggest I simply... hand over my power to you?" His voice dripped with suspicion. "Power that took me centuries to accumulate?"
I projected humility into my consciousness. "Not all your power, Great Founder. Just enough to defeat this threat to your legacy."
The dark entity circled me slowly, his form rippling with barely contained rage. I felt his scrutiny like ice against my mind.
"Tell me more about this... Liam Knight," he demanded. "How has one cultivator brought my mighty sect to its knees?"
I carefully crafted my response, using truths about myself to paint the picture of a formidable enemy.
