Song Changsheng had never crossed paths with Soulless before. Yet now, the man had found him through Chi Huo Old Ghost, claiming he wanted to ask a few questions.
He couldn't imagine what questions an expert of Soulless's caliber could have that he himself could answer.
Still, given the situation, it seemed the man harbored at least a sliver of goodwill. It was just his methods that left Song Changsheng deeply dissatisfied.
However, the circumstances were beyond his control. His opponent was powerful and held hostages. As long as the questions didn't threaten the Song Clan's survival, he could choose to compromise.
"Please, sit." Soulless gestured for Song Changsheng to take the seat opposite him.
Since he was already here, Song Changsheng felt no fear. He sat down boldly on the stone stool and carefully studied the middle-aged man before him.
The first impression Soulless gave him was, for lack of a better word, sloppy.
