Michael snapped his finger as the lights turned back on. Michael gestured at Mutrad to get back to his feet. The air inside the hall reeked of blood. Everywhere Mutrad turned, he saw blood and bodies. An oblivious man wouldn't believe that they were once Half Immortals. Despite their cultivation level, they stood no chance against Michael. Mutrad shivered, looking Michael in the eyes.
"Is this what you want for your people?" Michael asked Mutrad.
"Because you've been shadowing me for a while. I can come and greet your people, and this cat and mouse run,"
Mutrad's heart skipped a beat hearing his words.
"Give me one reason why I should visit your homeland," Michael gently placed his hand on Mutrad's shoulder.
"I know you might think you have people stronger than Immortals guarding your homeland. But you also knew stronger guards never stopped me from doing what I wanted,"
