Shi Hao remained silent, coldly watching him. This person truly came with malice, intending to harm him.
"Why aren't you speaking?" The man leisurely questioned, having arrived nearby.
Undoubtedly, the years hadn't marked his appearance; he still appeared young, exuding heroic spirit. Yet, a hint of desolation flickered in his eyes, a sign of lost youth.
This master of great skill surely had a long life span, having lived for quite some time, an elder figure.
"What can I say? I have no grievances or enmity with you, yet you want to send me to a perilous place. Is senior's mind broad enough?" Shi Hao rudely retorted.
At this point, even kind words or pleading for mercy would have no effect, merely inviting contempt and ridicule.
The geniuses who hadn't left also felt indignant for Shi Hao. That expert was being overly oppressive, sending a youth to the Primordial Ancient Mine—was that not sending him to his death?!
