"How did you...?" Xing stammered again, his surprise mounting as Aaron effortlessly unraveled his secrets, the cultivator's composure cracking further under the relentless scrutiny.
"Seriously. Is 'how' the only word you can say? It's beginning to annoy me," Aaron snapped angrily, finally releasing his iron grip on Xing's neck, allowing the man to drop to the ground with a thud, gasping for air.
"Sigh. Should have just done it the old way in the first place. Being a gentleman doesn't pay at all," Aaron remarked matter-of-factly, his eyes shifting as they began to glow with a deep, ominous crimson hue that pulsed with hypnotic power.
"Who are you? And where are you from?" Aaron queried once more, this time infusing his words with a compelling force that brooked no resistance.
