C227 Compulsion

The black-robed old man's voice trembled, the older he became, the more he cherished his life. His eyes swept the surroundings somewhat nervously, as if there really was someone watching him from the shadows.

His actions made Xuan Chen a little scared, as though he had been stared at by something. He nodded in agreement, as he did not have any thoughts on what could possibly be on the altar