It doesn't sound like a human voice, rather, it resembles the legendary voice of a devil, the tone and pitch seemingly belong to a frequency outside of human range.
Hearing it fills one's ears with inexplicable horror, irritability, and a harsh sensation.
"Your disciple's life and death are at my whim."
Yet Ye Tian remained calm, looking at Qiu Ji.
"And then? Young man, what conditions must you offer for me to spare my disciple's life?"
Qiu Ji asked.
"No, no, no..."
Ye Tian shook his head, then shook it again: "Senior, you are mistaken. I had your disciple summon you, not to have you propose conditions to save your disciple's life. Your disciple is undeniably fated to die today, without any doubt! I called you forth because I'm asking what conditions you would offer to ensure your disciple's body remains intact, to lessen your disciple's suffering before death, and to prevent your whole Netherworld Palace from becoming the target of my outrage due to your disciple."
