How terrifying?
How exaggerated?
The unkempt Taoist in the prison cell, enveloped in a dense killing intent, ceased his frantic shouting in an instant.
He was like a duck whose neck had been squeezed.
The screams of terror came to a sudden halt.
The look of fear on his face, if possible, grew even more intense.
So much so that he trembled all over.
Even his teeth were chattering.
Si Ma Hundred Households had thought Daoist Priest Fan was displeased with the man's yelling, and with a dark expression, he slapped his palm on the cell's black iron door. The loud noise from the contact between his palm and the iron startled the Taoist inside once again.
Si Ma Hundred Households said sternly, "You, what nonsense are you shouting about again? Didn't a night's rest give you enough time to come to your senses?"
His voice snapped the Taoist inside back to reality.
