With every word he spoke, the pressure crushing down on Yuan Tianqin intensified.
By the time he finished speaking, visible beads of sweat had already appeared on Yuan Tianqin's forehead.
It was clear that he was under immense pressure at this moment.
The man beside him looked at this crimson-dressed figure who had suddenly appeared in the Yuan Family's Cultivation Hall and suppressed the alarm in his heart to question, "Who are you? Why are you in our Yuan Family's Cultivation Hall?"
Lin Yuan didn't even glance at him, only saying coldly, "Shut up!"
The man fumed inwardly and was about to speak when he was shocked to find he couldn't open his mouth!
His eyes widened, staring in horror at Lin Yuan. Who on earth is this person!
Lin Yuan just lowered his eyes to look at Yuan Tianqin with his pale face and tightly pressed lips, a cold gaze void of any warmth. "Speak!"
