"I feel like these people are trying to force his hand. If Wu Tian doesn't tell them what they want, they won't let him leave..." Meng Xue whispered incredulously, her brow furrowed. She had originally thought the Blood Refiners had no major faults aside from being so obsessed with the Art of Blood Refinement that they neglected to eat or sleep. But now, they seemed to be going too far.
"Unfortunately for them, they've picked a fight with the wrong person," Zhou Butong chuckled, standing beside Meng Xue as he watched the scene unfold.
Seeing the looks on the faces of Mr. Ke and the others, Wu Tian couldn't help but laugh mockingly.
Watching Wu Tian laugh, Mr. Ke and his cohorts frowned slightly. Only now did they have a moment to properly size him up. He wore simple white clothes, yet he had a refined appearance that exuded an inexplicable air of nobility. When they met his pitch-black eyes, they felt an irresistible pressure. A seed of fear began to sprout in their hearts.
