The survivor who had led them down collapsed to his knees, groveling at the Void Refinement Elder's feet.
"E-Elder… they forced me! I had no choice!"
He sobbed, forehead slamming against the stone floor hard enough to split the skin. Blood trickled, yet he dared not stop.
"Please… forgive—"
A shadow moved.
The elder's sleeve flicked.
The survivor's body stiffened; his scream was cut short as a crimson mark flared at his throat.
The next moment, his head rolled to the floor, eyes still wide in terror, while his body slumped lifelessly.
The elder's cold gaze returned to Bai Zihan.
"Young one," he said softly, "answer me when I am nice—otherwise you will not have an easy death."
Bai Ren smirked.
"Threatening our Clan's heir before me? How dare you!"
A single yell brought most of them to their knees and even shook the Void Refinement Elder's confidence.
The Elder couldn't sense Bai Ren's cultivation realm at all.
