"When you get out of here, don't you dare say you absorbed this old man's cultivation. I can't afford to lose that much face!"
Upon hearing this, the two black-robed figures shivering in the corner breathed a collective sigh of relief. Didn't the elder's words mean... that they could still get out of here alive?
But the old man's next sentence sent their hearts plummeting back to the abyss.
"Of course, that's just me worrying for nothing... because you won't have the chance to get out."
As soon as these words were spoken, the area fell into a deathly silence.
"Younger brother, run!"
The older one suddenly shoved his sibling aside and threw himself at the old man. He was like a moth drawn to a flame, desperately trying to buy his brother time to escape.
"Hmph. Mere minnows, trying to stir a tidal wave?"
The old man waved his hand dismissively, not even deigning to take a second glance.
A wisp of black Sword Qi tore through the air like a splash of ink, graceful and fluid.
