Seeing Long Yan's actions, the voice was tinged with disdain, as if it completely disregarded him.
"Kid, there are things you shouldn't be listening to. Don't you know that?"
Long Yan utterly ignored the voice, focusing instead on probing his surroundings with his True Qi, but he found nothing. Only then did he begrudgingly sheath his in-hand Demon Spear. It seemed those blood-red eyes Bone Sky saw had planted some form of Prohibition on him, hidden in Bone Sky's tale.
"Stop searching. I'm merely speaking to you through Bone Sky. Right now, I am nothing but a remnant shadow. If it were my true form, I wouldn't waste time talking to you—I would have killed you in one fell swoop."
Long Yan was unfazed by the voice's threats; he only shrugged nonchalantly. Indeed, as that man said, if they had the ability to kill him, the voice wouldn't allow him to stand there like this—it seemed they lacked any real recourse against him.
With a faint smile, Long Yan said,
