Emperor Shitian's mind was spinning, and a guess came to his mind.
Then, he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior, for your guidance."
The man opposite looked at him quietly, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.
After a moment, he chuckled:
"I can't tell you what to say, but you... are a bit interesting."
Emperor Shaktian did not speak.
The man waved his wrist lightly, and the long bow in his hand disappeared. It was obvious that he did not intend to continue shooting.
"Just continue to wait here. If you feel bored, I can help you find a few people to join in the fun."
He said this, thought about it for a moment, and found it boring again.
"That's all. Those on the left and right are not your opponents, there is nothing to see."
The guess in Emperor Shitian's heart was confirmed, and he said again:
"Senior is generous."
The man looked him up and down: "You have already guessed my identity?"
Emperor Shitian paused for a moment and shook his head: "I just heard about it before and just started fighting, so I made some guesses."
He looked at the man standing in front of him and said:
"After all, this is the only one with the power of space."
…
In the dark and cramped dungeon, the strong smell of blood filled the air.
On the black stone platform in the middle, a woman is trapped.
She was sitting on her knees on the ground, her clothes were stained with blood, and her hair was messy, covering her face.
Two black vines passed through the bones of her two wrists respectively, hanging high, and the wounds were bloody and shocking.
She lowered her head, as if she had lost all life.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from a distance and gradually approached.
A man in a black cloak walked step by step to the black stone platform and stood still.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
It was a man's voice, with a relaxed and gentle tone, and even a hint of smile, as if he was greeting an acquaintance naturally.
The woman was motionless.
But the man didn't mind either, his eyes slowly swept over her penetrated wrist bone, and he sighed softly.
"It's a pity. If you had been at a higher level back then, you would be able to provide more bloodline power now. It wouldn't take so many years. You can only take it bit by bit like this. It's too slow for me, and it's too slow for you.
It’s too torture.”
The woman still didn't respond.
"So, in order to save your daughter's life, you cut off her spiritual roots with your own hands. You thought you could escape this way, right?"
He asked with a smile and a warm voice, but the words he spoke were ice-cold.
The woman's hands were curled up imperceptibly, but she still didn't answer.
Just like in the past many years, no matter how much torture she suffered, she endured it without giving any response.
But he didn't care.
"Don't worry, you will be free soon." He smiled, applauded, and praised, "You were afraid that I would track her down, so you cut off all contact with her. So, you probably haven't yet."
You know, she is really outstanding now. When she returned to Shenfeng Cliff some time ago, she was already in the first stage of Spirit Master, and it is only a matter of time before she surpasses you."
"Her bloodline power is even more outstanding than yours, it is perfect -"
The woman finally looked up and saw that her beautiful face had become pale and haggard due to years of inhuman torture.
Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, and her weak body was shaking slightly because of her anger.
The black vines spread silently, giving birth to small and sharp thorns, which silently sank into her wrist bones, quickly devouring the sweet blood.
