"You go free." Roley said with a shrug of his shoulders. His arm rose up to his stomach as his hand lazily pointed at the depths of space. His fingers promised as big a chance of survival as his words had.
Around him, thousands of cultivators from the Immortal Armada had descended onto the planet-size platform, ready to spend the following minutes giving what they had hoped would be a brief yet satisfactory explanation, as well as an offer of temporary asylum.
The beautiful woman still trapped within her six transparent walls did not seem bothered by their actions, as the majority of her attention was fixated on the young man that stood in front of her. The remaining fraction of it had been aiding her in her constant struggle in preventing her blue eyes from darting up, where the gold bell had been floating undisturbed.
"Promises mean nothing among our kind." She scoffed. "Why should I trust you? I at least know you won't kill me as long as I do not help you."
