Wong Fu Siang pressed his lips together in a tight line. He knew that if he answered carelessly, he might accidentally leak sensitive information about his supreme organisation, putting him in a fate far worse than death.
Yet, if he stubbornly maintained his silence, these cold-blooded people would undoubtedly employ horrific methods to tear the answers out of him anyway. For the first time in decades, a wave of genuine, paralysing terror gripped Wong Fu Siang's heart.
Not because of his crippled body.
Not because he had lost his prized cultivation.
But because he had absolutely no idea just how much terrifying knowledge these people already possessed about his world.
"You had better think twice before opening your mouth. If you attempt to spin a single lie, we will expose it instantly." Long Hui added, his deep voice sounding like a death knell.
