A deadly silence filled the room. Qing Cong, paralyzed by fear, could barely breathe, let alone speak. Qing Zong's face was a mask of horror, his mind racing to comprehend the sheer audacity of Yun Lintian's words.
Yun Lintian's eyes, however, remained cold and emotionless, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within the room. He waited patiently, the silence amplifying the gravity of his ultimatum.
Finally, Qing Cong found his voice, a trembling whisper compared to his usual commanding tone. "I...I will convey your message..."
Yun Lintian nodded, a barely perceptible movement. With a flick of his wrist, the invisible force binding Qing Cong vanished, leaving him sprawled on the floor, panting heavily.
Qing Zong, his composure shattered, rose shakily from his seat. "Young Master Yun, surely this is..."
"My patience is limited," Yun Lintian interrupted, his voice a chilling monotone.
