Elder Han's face darkened.
"What are you two doing?"
He barked, irritation flaring in his voice.
From where he stood, all he saw were two elders kneeling before Bai Zihan—backs hunched, heads lowered—as if paying respects.
His brows knit together.
"Have you lost your mind?" Elder Han snapped. "Why are you bowing to him?"
The two elders trembled violently.
Their mouths opened, but no sound came out.
Their faces were deathly pale, veins bulging at their temples as sweat poured down like rain.
It was as if an invisible hand had seized their hearts and crushed them mercilessly.
"Stop playing around!" Elder Han roared, anger surging. "Get up! Capture him!"
Still—
No response.
The kneeling elders could not even lift their heads, let alone stand.
A faint sense of unease crept into Elder Han's heart.
But he crushed it instantly.
"Hmph! Useless trash!"
His gaze snapped toward the remaining elders, who stood frozen in shock, eyes wide as they watched the scene unfold.
