Lin Lee remained standing on the sword, his face impassive. He raised a brow slightly, hearing the immediate begging for mercy, and sensed the wave of palpable fear released by all three.
'Why are they so afraid? They didn't even wait for me to speak,' he thought, his expression becoming thoughtful. The raw, absolute terror of these mortals was far beyond the healthy respect he was used to from the cultivators on the other continent. He decided to find out.
He gently released a thread of his refined spiritual qi, controlling the old man and both young men's figures, forcing them to stand up.
"There is no need to bow," Lin Lee said, his voice calm, yet resonating with an undercurrent of undeniable authority. "Tell me about this area, this land. Are there any immortal forces nearby? And why are you so fearful of my existence?"
