Despite being severely injured and bound by heavy chains, the man's eyes remained incredibly calm.
It was a calmness devoid of any emotional fluctuations, almost perfectly pure.
Under the gaze of those eyes, Lord Lihen, who had originally been smug, involuntarily trembled and took a half step back.
"You are afraid!" the man suddenly spoke.
His voice was indifferent, yet carried a hint of mockery.
Lord Lihen's expression darkened, and he snorted coldly, "Afraid? What a joke! I am the mighty Heavenly Lord, why would I be afraid? It's you who should be!"
Lord Lihen scrutinized Yangjian up and down, "Yangjian, to remain sane through such prolonged solitude without going mad, that's truly admirable indeed!"
Yet Yangjian paid no attention to the mockery in his words, continuing to look on quietly, until a moment later, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I can feel it, you really are afraid!"
