"Who are you to meddle in the affairs of the Qingyun Sect?" the youth blustered.
SMACK! Zhang Bin slapped him hard across the face, knocking him to the ground. He then planted a foot on the youth's chest, drew the bamboo sword from his waist, and pointed its tip at his throat. "This place is deserted, making it a fine burial ground," he said, his voice dripping with murderous intent. "I'm sure you'll love it."
"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!" the youth immediately began to scream in terror.
He was no fool. The moment Zhang Bin appeared, he realized the man was far stronger than him. He was a master of the Qi Sea Realm, at the very least—far beyond what a cultivator who had only opened a dozen or so meridians could withstand.
So, he quickly confessed everything.
