"Junior Brother..."
Tianhao's voice, which had been friendly moments before, turned as cold as a blade pressed against Young Li's throat.
"If this is a joke..."
A powerful killing intent descended upon the young man, and he immediately felt suffocated, his fingers clutching his own throat in desperation.
"N-no, Young Master Tianhao! I promise! It's not a joke! It's the truth!"
"Uh… ah…" Tianhao took a deep breath before exhaling sharply. "Long Qingyi… you stole my record, and now you want to steal my wife too…"
He fixed his gaze on the young Li, slowly taming the rage burning in his heart.
"When do you finish your duty and return to the sect?"
"I-in a week," Li replied, still trembling.
"You're coming with me today. I'll speak with your leader." Tianhao nodded, and the hatch of his ship opened with a soft hiss. "You're at the fourth stage of the Astral Blood Realm, correct? When we arrive at the sect, I have a mission for you."
