Aksai was not the type to underestimate anyone.
Reymon had been cautious — but Aksai was thorough with his captives. He had restricted them in so many ways that not even Reymon himself would have been able to free them in a short span.
This was his way of making sure no one escaped or tricked him. No one stabbed him in the back after the battle was over. After all, he had read many stories in which the villains turn the tables on the lead because of the latter's carelessness.
At this point, the demonic farmer had undone his druid transformation, regaining his usual appearance.
He stood in front of his captives quietly, his eyes scanning the bound figures. He studied each of them, from the weak trembling of Jin's shoulders to the faint flicker of golden Qi struggling to resist the vines around the Aurous elders.
