"Do you have any objections?"
Long Sihai narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Xiao Yi, uttering each word with deliberate pauses.
Every word of his seemed like an unchallengeable decree, causing heaven and earth to tremble, the sun and moon to witness as if any word that came from his mouth was golden and could not be defied.
An invisible magic power formed within.
It was as if countless mouths were constantly whispering into Xiao Yi's ear: "You are guilty, you are guilty..."
Xiao Yi shook his head fiercely.
With great effort, he maintained a flicker of consciousness, ferociously biting the tip of his tongue, filling his mouth with a sweetly metallic taste of blood.
The pain from the tip of his tongue allowed Xiao Yi to stay alert.
Xiao Yi took a deep breath and stared sharply at Long Sihai, a trickle of fresh red blood seeping from the corner of his lips, and said without humility or arrogance, "I don't think I've done anything wrong!"
"Hmm?"
