"How is it?"
An aged voice echoed gently, yet there was no sound from Su Tu who lay on the bed, as if he had drifted into a deep slumber.
However, upon witnessing this scene, the hunched figure let out a cold chuckle.
He did not believe Su Tu was truly asleep. For a prodigy of this level, any slight disturbance in the room would be detected. Since he entered the room without concealing his presence, Su Tu must have already been awake.
"Your methods are indeed peculiar. Even standing right before you, separated only by a curtain, I can't sense your presence, but I know you are here."
"There's no need for disguise in front of me, Su Tu. If you plan to rely on the academy to pressure me, then you are gravely mistaken."
"If you don't want to have a White Silk stained with your blood, then do as I say!"
The voice roared at this moment, and in the void, as if a ghostly fire emerged, illuminating the face of that shadowy figure.
