The man wasted no words; when he said he'd strike hard, he meant it. In the moment he drew his sabre, he teleported to in front of Song Yin, a cold gleam flashing as he aimed a chop at Song Yin's head.
He had seen such overbearing acts before.
Destroy one or two physical bodies, and people would quiet down.
As the sabre swung down, Song Yin made no move, sitting quietly in his place. The blade reached his forehead and then...stopped.
The government official's arm was clearly straining, but it didn't move an inch, and except for his eyes, now wide with terror, even his body was frozen in place.
"Lingdang...,"
Song Yin said lightly, "I have a question for him."
At that moment, Lingdang, holding a pair of pitch-black pupils that no longer showed the whites of her eyes, was staring at the government official. The dark glow from her eyes even began to radiate an eerie light, but upon hearing what Song Yin said, that sinister radiance faded away, returning to a normal appearance.