"You…"
Ling Zhenfei's question made Tan Shaojie's figure tremble, shocking him into speechlessness.
However, his willpower was indeed steeled. Despite growing fearful of Ling Zhenfei, he resolved not to easily speak up.
"Tan Shaojie, you must think that as long as you can hold your tongue, there's nothing I can do about it, right?"
Ling Zhenfei had already noticed Tan Shaojie's reaction, and without delay, he whispered a few words into his ear.
"Ah…"
Upon hearing Ling Zhenfei's words, Tan Shaojie's complexion turned to a frightened pallor, fearfully looking at Ling Zhenfei: "You… your cultivation, is it really…"
"Of course!"
Ling Zhenfei coldly smiled, and with a light clench of his fist, countless streams of mist flowed around, swirling outside of his fist like a physical entity, then rapidly spreading over his body.
Such powerful inner strength!
