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"This isn't quite proper," Zhou Heng said with a smile.
"Why don't you ask who Han Lin is?" the man in the red robe demanded intensely, his eyes blazing. "A mere mortal dares to play clever in front of me!"
Before his words could fade, his palm lit up with a crimson glow, forming two unbearably hot balls of flame that he fiercely slapped towards Zhou Heng.
At the same time, the glaring light in his eyes also possessed a formidable deterrence. Any ordinary person who hadn't cultivated and looked directly into this light would suffer an intense spiritual assault and could even faint on the spot.
This was the most common tactic cultivators used when facing mortals, generally causing them to faint with just one glance.
Though those fireballs seemed to be slapped towards Zhou Heng, in reality, they were a precaution for the potential appearance of Han Lin's true body. In the eyes of the man in the red robe, Zhou Heng was either Han Lin's servant or his puppet.
