"Hmph!"
Letting out a cold snort to mask the unease in his heart, Master Xie Yan turned around decisively.
Without another word, he began to walk away.
His steps were steady, measured, as if nothing was wrong.
Before leaving, he cast Lin Feng a disappointed glance… one last attempt to preserve his dignity, to make it seem as though he was the one in control.
One step.
Two steps.
Three.
Four…
"You seem to be misunderstanding something, Master Xie Yan."
Lin Feng's voice rang out behind him.
It was not loud. It was not sharp.
Yet it struck like a bolt of lightning.
Master Xie Yan froze.
His body stopped mid-step, as though an invisible force had locked him in place.
Even his breathing seemed to halt for a brief moment.
"When I told you to take out the trophies from your storage ring…"
The voice drew closer.
"…I wasn't asking."
A split second later…
Every single hair on Master Xie Yan's body stood on end.
