Wan Xianlin's tone carried an unquestionable authority, shattering any thought Mu Chen had of keeping the White Dragon Cauldron and the Golden Dragon Scripture a secret. He sighed softly, slowly raised his head, and said with a wry smile, "As expected, nothing escapes your notice."
As he spoke, Mu Chen's expression became resolute again. He nodded. "That's right. I do have leverage. A reason why you absolutely cannot kill me!"
"A reason we absolutely cannot kill you?"
Just then, the handsome-faced elder with white hair, eyebrows, and beard, who was seated first to Wan Xianzhong's left, slowly stepped away from his seat. He chuckled lightly. "Oh? Well, now I'm quite interested. Let's hear this 'absolute reason' of yours!"
