"I truly admire you, to be able to remain this calm even now. As expected of cultivators at our level, you care nothing at all for the lives of your subordinates. They are as ordinary as ants—who would grieve the death of an ant?" Qinghuan Zhenren attributed Ning's calm to his cold and heartless nature.
Ning Chen shook his head and said, "Sorry, I am not like you. Although I cannot completely shake off the illusion you created, if it's just a sliver of divine sense to transmit a command—the exact moment the illusion shook just now, I was fully capable of doing so."
"Moreover, as it happens, I possess a spirit sword with independent consciousness. Breaking through your defense is an absolute breeze for it."
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