The young man stared directly into Lin Chen's eyes. Although there wasn't the slightest fluctuation of cultivation on his body, for some reason, he sensed a hint of danger from Lin Chen's profound gaze.
This put immense pressure on the young man.
Lin Chen's gaze was icy; his wrist moved gently, and the Tianyan Ancient Sword in his hand was slowly sliding toward the young man's neck. A cool breath swiftly swept over the young man, making him feel a chill as fear gradually crept over his heart.
"Not killing you is possible, but you must tell me what this place is. And everything about spiritual energy cultivation." Lin Chen's sword rested on the young man's neck, slicing the soft flesh, leaving a faint blood mark.
"Alright, alright, as long as you don't kill me, anything is fine."
The young man nodded repeatedly, showing a trace of joy on his face, as long as he could preserve his life.
"This place is called Xuanjie…"
