Li Xiaoyao stood in front of him, his right palm gently resting on his shoulder, and asked, "Tell me everything you know."
Mr. Ling swallowed hard, countering, "You don't know anything?"
Li Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes, indeed, he knew nothing, for it was by pure chance he had begun his cultivation, and possessed these abilities that seemed like special powers to outsiders.
"Just talk, what exactly is the existence of you people?" Li Xiaoyao did not answer his question but asked one that weighed on his own heart.
Mr. Ling was the first human he had encountered in this world who possessed the same aura as him, and he had to understand whether there were others in the world who knew about cultivation besides him.
Li Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with a murderous intent, saying, "Of course, you can also choose not to speak, but the consequence of silence, I believe you will definitely not want to know."
Mr. Ling was no fool; he clearly understood what Li Xiaoyao's words meant.
