Threat?
Isn't this a blatant threat?
The middle-aged man wanted to slap Carson Flores, but he hesitated, unsure what to do.
He believed him!
He believed Carson really had a terrifying weapon!
Suddenly, Carson had become quite a hot potato.
Kill?
Dare not to kill?
Not kill?
Even if treated as an ancestor, that wouldn't work either?
Carson acted as if he didn't know what he had said, curiously asking, "What I just showed you isn't top-tier, but it's not small either. How about I add a bit more and take a look at that Reincarnation Sutra?"
The middle-aged man smiled a bit unnaturally, "I need to ask for instructions on this one. Let's go have some tea first, you need to take a break."
Carson chuckled, "Guest follows the host, it's up to you."
The middle-aged man led Carson into a secluded secret room, where he really brewed a pot of tea to entertain Carson.
