He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he clenched his fists resolutely.
"Manager Lana, we came to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion solely to seek treasures," Willow said with a tight smile, cupping his hands in a submissive gesture of respect.
"We have no intention of causing disputes or offending your pavilion. I humbly ask for a warm welcome."
Lana snorted coldly, the frost in her voice carrying an unforgiving edge. "Hmph. This is not the Vernal Dawn Dynasty. You would do well to keep your wits about you here."
Her imposing pressure flickered away as she eased her aura.
At the same time, the crushing aura that pinned Gilbert down also dissipated.
Suddenly, a voice cold and dull as a blade's edge cut through the tense atmosphere. "This is the last warning. If there's a next time, I will kill you."
Gilbert's eyes turned sullen, the words lodging like a thorn deep in his back.
