"Do you think you've painted too kind a picture of me? Do you believe I would let them leave?"
Yi Chenzi cast a glance at the few people preparing to depart, then turned his head to Bai Xiaofan and spoke.
"You're mistaken. I didn't assume you were kind. I simply think your current level of strength is incapable of stopping me from letting them leave!"
Bai Xiaofan extended one finger and gave it a subtle flick, speaking with confidence and arrogance, as if completely disregarding Yi Chenzi before him.
"Now I see why I always felt a sense of familiarity when looking at you. That same confidence—I witnessed it a century ago in another young man. He too practiced the Immortal Technique, though ultimately, he was forced to flee after sustaining severe injuries from me!"
Yi Chenzi's eyes seemed to wander into distant memories as he spoke, completely ignoring Isis and the others who had approached the edge of the Formation.
