"Maybe. But…" Noa paused, letting the temperature drop even further.
Only after noticing the man's forehead covered in a cold sweat did he continue his speech.
"But I would say that you got lucky to be chosen."
Su Laoxin's hands trembled.
"Chosen? By whom?" he asked. His tone grew cautious before he even knew it.
"I don't question when gods kneel for my favor," Noa answered, his eyes remaining cold this entire time. "And if you were brought here, it means that something greater than you wanted you here."
Noa let the words hang.
It was a foundation he was forming.
Though it was built with suggestions and his weird way of speaking, it was enough.
The short man looked at Noa, his eyes refusing to blink.
However, there was something different about him—the way he carried himself and observed Noa had changed.
It seemed more reserved.
As if fear of someone who was a greater existence than him gripped his heart.
Even his hands remained on his back.
