"I'm interested. Go on." The woman crossed her arms under her chest. She looked very relaxed.
The reason she was so relaxed in front of him is that she could feel that he wasn't a strong cultivator, not to mention the injuries on his body. If needed, she could take him down at any given second.
"I can see through the dense purple fog that surrounds this entire place. If you agree to serve me for a period of 50 years, then I will take you out of this place." Aditya did not try to sugar his words with anything. He straight up got to the main point.
He could feel that she was a seventh-order cultivator. Having someone strong as her would massively help him in his quest for vengeance.
"Interesting!" But the women felt that she could get this done the other way as well. There was a much easier option than the one that he gave her.
"Why should I agree to serve you for 50 years when I could just press a blade against your throat and ask you to lead me out of this hell?"
