Soul Medallion

The strategic thoughts continued to brew in Han Cai's mind, a stark contrast to the apprehension permeating the rest of the assembly. The other cultivators were in the grip of paralyzing fear, each acutely aware of their precarious existence hanging by a thread. That thread was attached to the whims of an overwhelmingly formidable figure. The taste of uncertainty was arid in their mouths, and their throats felt parched. The engulfing fear was tangible, and in its suffocating presence, they awaited their fate.