Su Mo's voice was not stern, nor was it unrelentingly harsh.
It was gentle, as if it were a casual greeting between friends.
However, this casual greeting contrasted starkly with the ghastly screams on the ground.
The man had no choice but to stop in his tracks and turn back to look at Su Mo.
His face was ashen, completely drained of color.
Su Mo looked at him and smiled:
"Ever since you arrived here, I knew something was off. Although you arrived first, I clearly heard that the other two arrived almost simultaneously with you. Still, once you showed up, they each concealed themselves to the left and right.
"They keep claiming you stole their things, yet they refuse to mention what those things are.
"When the Sword Master from Seven Extremes Hall arrived, upon seeing the Sword Box behind me, he immediately insisted that it was the item you had stolen.
