Chen Ting sat on the cushion, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his face pale, and his eyes shadowy.
The voice in his mind resounded again, mysteriously carrying a tinge of mockery: "You consumed the True Blood Pill of our Holy Sect, and cultivated the Freedom Scripture, do you really think I have no means to deal with you?"
Chen Ting remained silent, his body still slightly trembling.
"Just now was merely a small warning. If you continue to defy my will... I believe you understand what will happen."
"..."
Chen Ting still remained silent.
"Don't worry, nurturing you has not been easy, you are still useful." The voice seemed to have softened again: "As for Zheng Fa, he's just in the Qi Refinement Realm, if you're careful, along with my protection, preserving your life is not difficult."
"Yes."
It was only after a long time that Chen Ting spoke softly.