Even though he had hesitated for a second, tremendous pressure from the gazes of the elders fell on him.
The pressure made his bones tremble, forcing him to his knees.
'There is gold in the knees of a man,' his father's voice echoed in his memory. 'Never give it away cheaply.'
Yuan Ming wanted to grit his teeth and push back the pressure. He had almost tapped into his hidden cultivation base, but then something happened.
Woosh!
Before his hesitation could last any longer, Noah's hand shot out, invisible to those around them in the chaos of kneeling and pulled down hard on Yuan Ming's arms.
As if he had no resistance, Yuan Ming fell, his knees hitting the stone with enough force to bruise.
Noah's voice came through a frequency technique so subtle it was barely more than a thought pressed directly into Yuan Ming's mind.
