Yanm Yihai took a deep breath, his expression twisting as an icy chill radiated from him. "Wen Qingye," he said, "if you don't give me an explanation today, you won't escape even if you grow wings."
The next moment, a boundless killing intent bore down heavily upon Wen Qingye.
Wen Qingye's smile vanished, his eyes flashing with a cold light that seemed to pierce one's very soul.
His lips parted slightly as he said slowly, "Alright, enough with the nonsense. Yanm Yihai, Guann Qingping, and the experts from Taiyi Hall in the back, is it? Since you're all here today, let me tell you something. Now that you've come, none of you will be leaving."
Guann Qingping's eyes snapped open, his gaze fixed on Wen Qingye.
The next instant!
In that instant, the entire area seemed to plunge into an extreme, bone-chilling cold. Everyone felt as if their very hearts were freezing over, as if the ice of the Nine Netherworld itself was about to pierce through everything.
