Han Yu looked helpless.
The First Hall wore a smile.
Their expressions were a stark contrast.
"Last time you interrupted me, logically speaking, I should beat you within an inch of your life before having a proper conversation."
Han Yu broke out in cold sweat, thinking the other was ready to renege, but fortunately, the First Hall changed the subject. Otherwise, he was prepared to resist desperately.
"However, if we have a pleasant chat later, I might just let you go."
The First Hall chuckled as he spoke.
Damn!
Do I have to coax you too?
Han Yu looked like he had swallowed a fly, especially facing such an ancient old coot, he now had to cheer him up.
"You go first! What do you really want?"
If they can talk, then talk. If not, then when it's time to risk everything, it's all bets off.
The First Hall's gaze suddenly turned eerie, the way he scrutinized Han Yu felt unnerving.
The atmosphere seemed to suddenly grow heavy.
