"...So, why don't we talk?"
"What?!" The masked negotiator backed at Wei Wuyin's sudden shift in attitude, losing all of that terrifyingly glacial malevolence that was determined to send countless souls to the afterlife. It was so abrupt that not even the Earthly Saints observing the situation could restrain their expressions, all of the faces changed wildly, disbelief and uncertainty flowing from their eyes.
Wei Wuyin placed his arms behind his back like an immortal character of legend as his silver eyes shone with spiritual light. "Talk. Oh? Do you not want to anymore?" Wei Wuyin teased with a grin.
Kree!
Bai Lin's cry caused the masked negotiator to shudder, their mind consumed by the imagery of a world on fire, and they gulped. It was difficult to mentally process this situation, especially given how viciously dismissive Wei Wuyin had once been as if he wouldn't stop until the entire world was burned to ashes.
