Huai Nanzi fell silent, sitting with his legs crossed and eyes closed. Yet, as soon as he summoned the primordial energy, he was struck by a feeling of heart-wrenching pain. He uncontrollably began to tremble, blood spilling from his open mouth.
"What I want is simple. Help me get the map, and I'll cure your curse," the figure offered.
Resentment and anger riddled Huai Nanzi's eyes as he glared at the figure in black. His hoarse voice barely hidden his outrage, "Who are you?"
The figure in black chuckled, "You can call me Lord Yue."
Huai Nanzi uttered a sigh of resignation, sinking into a single-seater sofa, unable to resist. Compared to ordinary people, cultivators fear death more because they have the chance to live much longer.
The marble floor was smooth and shiny, not only reflecting the nine-dragon chandelier hanging from the ceiling but also faintly projecting Huai Nanzi's youthful-faced image.
