As he looked down at the six men who trembled in fear like cicadas during winter, Meng Hao for the first time experienced the strength and respect shown to powerful experts in the Cultivation world. It would be more accurate to say respect and fear. Two years ago, these men had been willing to attack him even though he was of the ninth level of Qi Condensation. But now, each and every one of them was shaking in his boots.
"I want you to tell me everything you know about this place," said Meng Hao coolly. "If you hide anything from me…." He let his words trail off as his gaze swept over them. They trembled as they saw the remnants of the red glow emanating from his eye.
