Having spoken, Lin Zizai did not say much else and directly pushed the door open and entered.
The wooden door closed.
The overwhelming pressure, akin to that of an entire world, dissipated instantly. Li Sheng's suppressed Inner Qi inside his body resumed its normal state; he straightened up slightly, and his muscles and bones emitted a series of crisp cracking sounds.
The eyes that had been smiling widely were now fully opened.
His eyes were stark white, reflecting the room in front of him. Li Sheng slowly exhaled the impure air, realizing that his spirit had weakened and, under the pressure of the Qi Mechanism, he was no longer able to face Lin Zizai's questioning.
He would not trust this person's words.
For he knew that the elder in this room had lived a life in such a way that he would never be at a disadvantage.
