Lucian's cold eyes narrowed as he approached the trembling figure slumped against the tree.
His presence felt like a suffocating force, pressing down on the man's chest, each breath a struggle.
Blood still oozed from his wounds, though the healing pill had managed to staunch the worst of it.
"Didn't you say this is just a small island?" His voice carried an unsettling calm, like the eye of a storm, but beneath it was an undeniable undercurrent of menace.
The man's breath hitched, his mind racing, trying to find the right words under the suffocating pressure of Lucian's presence.
His heart hammered in his chest as he struggled to answer quickly, fearing what would happen if he hesitated for too long.
"Y-yes... this isn't the mainland. It's one of the many islands that broke off after the ancient war... when a great cultivator clashed with a Demon King."
