"Are you sure you can't talk?" Ye Qingchen smiled as he squeezed his fist, the sound of his knuckles cracking echoing throughout the grand hall.
The old man swallowed hard. "No, no, that's not it, young man! Calm down, please!" he pleaded. "I do know a little about this, but I've only ever heard the name. Besides, if I actually said anything, I'd probably be captured and left to die without a proper burial."
The old man's expression twisted in terror, as if he had just remembered something horrifying.
"You're afraid of being captured? Aren't you afraid of me killing you?" Ye Qingchen's eyes narrowed.
The old man swallowed hard again. "Then... then just kill me! I'd rather you kill me than be captured and tortured by them!" he declared, adopting a look of heroic martyrdom.
Ye Qingchen couldn't help but straighten up. This old man really is a tough nut to crack!
"Since that's your choice, then there's no reason to keep you around!" As he spoke, Ye Qingchen slowly raised his hand.
