The master of the ancient hall smiled.
"Really? Then please, elder, show mercy."
Song Chai Xin raised an eyebrow, without hesitation.
"It's just a dream, after all. This era still does not permit our return... It's not the time yet, even if I don't willingly dissipate, in half a quarter of an hour, you will awaken to reality."
"So, there's no need to act so fearfully."
The young man waved his hand, tugging at the chains on his body, with a slight furrow of his brow:
"These restraints are indeed troublesome."
Muttering softly, he once again gazed deeply at Song Chai Xin:
"To become my follower, you must willingly go to your death."
Indeed!
I knew you little bastard were up to no good!
Song Chai Xin cursed inwardly, his expression unchanged.
To have someone die, to become your follower?
Having only met in a dream, exchanging a few words, you want me to die, as if I owe you something!
