"Was it you who just spoke?"
Wang Jin's murky eyes, now sparking with a sharp light, stared deathly at Lin Tian, his expression grave.
Only those powerful cultivators from the Foundation Establishment Stage could produce a voice as if it were a thread.
But this youth before him, merely seventeen or eighteen, a high school student from the mundane world, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator?
Wang Jin instantly dismissed the notion.
Is it my illusion?
At this moment, Wang Jin's heart was filled with doubt and suspicion as he gazed intently at Lin Tian and his company.
"Now, I have a few questions for you. Answer them truthfully, and I might consider sparing your life temporarily!"
Lin Tian nodded, his gaze dark as he looked at Wang Jin and said indifferently, "Which sect are you from?"
Upon hearing Lin Tian's words, Wang Jin was taken aback, and then his old face flushed with anger, "How dare you! How bold! Do you have a death wish, speaking to this old man in such a manner?"