The Noxious God cast his gaze like a net, fishing for the unwilling glints in the eyes of every cultivator.
"... Is no one leaving?"
Kartzal teasingly snickered, "Now's your chance. Step out now, while you still can.
"Whoever chooses to stay behind will be counted among my cooperators… What do the proud Sun Lions think?"
Still stuck in place, the Sun Lion Chief glared at the closed door. Just a few steps away.
"... Give me one reason to believe that you can kill him."
"Oh, that's simple really."
Kartzal's abruptly jovial tone threw everyone for a loop, at first. But it only took a second for the strongest cultivators to eye the Noxious God like a lunatic with a glib tongue.
"I mean it. You could even say that the first step in this plan occurred long ago, before half of you had been born."
With an elbow resting on the hovering globe, Kartzal shared a relaxed grin.
