Back at the headquarters of the Bottomless Void, Michael stood unfazed before the gazes of the faction's numerous members.
It wasn't rare for enraged cultivators to barge into their base, but usually their leader, Nemesis, was the one who ensured such situations never escalated, properly handling the intruders.
However, with their leader gone, the troops found themselves hesitant. If Michael had come in peace, then there was nothing to worry about… But if he had ulterior motives, nobody could stand against him, considering he had defeated their leader in a prior duel.
"A proposition?" Finally, one of the Lords gathered enough courage to speak. "What exactly are your terms, and what do you want from us?"
Michael shifted his gaze toward the voice.
