Alex was baffled.
Anyone with even a bit of brain cell would already know he wasn't going to be killed.
He had clearly negotiated terms with Varyn.
'Just how did he live his life all this time?'
Alex doubted it was an IQ problem. Rovan was a cultivator.
Even if he wasn't a genius, he should be smart enough to read the situation.
That left only one answer.
Rovan had lived a life with no real accountability.
When he made a mistake, someone else cleaned it up.
When he offended someone, he had no conflict as people afraid of his family name.
All of this resulted in he never learned where the line was.
He never learned what fear really meant until now.
What real consequence is.
Alex looked at the trembling man on the floor.
Rovan's hands were still raised like he was offering himself, as if Alex would accept him like a stray dog.
It was pathetic..
Alex leaned back and stared at him.
"You want to live?"
He doesn't bother to explain the situation
