"Sit down and join us for a meal," Nero declared, his tone carrying a subtle edge of impatience as he released his hold on the old evil cultivator.
In truth, Nero's interest in the man was minimal at best, yet the old man's evident fear had prompted the latter to flatter him with senseless violence.
The old man's apprehension had been so palpable, so utterly unnerving, that Nero found himself amused by how widespread his reputation of being ruthless has been known to his immortal friends.
"Or," Nero continued, his voice tinged with a hint of dismissiveness, "you can return to whence you came and never show your face in front of me again." His words carried the weight of both command and indifference, leaving the old man with little choice but to acquiesce to Nero's whims or face the consequences.
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Lazarus Sloth, a name whispered in fear across many xianxia worlds, stood as a dark paragon of malevolence as a proud evil cultivator.
