Feeling the dagger-like stares that seemed to contain lethality laced with poison, Xu Feng nearly had the intention to turn around and flee.
Unfortunately, the moment he had the slightest intention to escape, he felt an overwhelming pressure locking him down.
With a bittersweet smile, he turned his attention to Thorin.
"You've come here from a long way!" Thorin flashed a wide smile and gestured with his hand.
"I would feel sad if you just walked away instead of greeting me. Or is it that you have no need for our blacksmith anymore?"
"..."
Xu Feng was rendered speechless.
What a blatant threat to cut ties with his guild if he were to flee!
'Tsk, as if I'm actually afraid of you.' He clicked his tongue, sneered inwardly, and flexed his muscles.
Soon, the pressure imposed upon him was dispelled.
A look of surprise appeared on Thorin's face. Although he didn't plan on using his maximum power to pressurize Xu Feng, it was still 70% of his actual power.
