Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

“If you refuse, then you two will die here.”

The old man spoke calmly, as if he were discussing something utterly mundane.

Xu Ming had no doubt that this old man could make good on his word.

If he could save the two of them, then naturally, he could just as easily kill them.

For someone like him, killing the two of them would be as simple as a thought, leaving them no chance to resist.

The reason he had saved them was that he saw value, a benefit, in doing so—he had something to ask of them.

But if they refused to cooperate, he would have no reason to keep them alive.

Xu Ming’s gaze fixed unwaveringly on the old man.

The old man’s eyes did not avoid his; he was waiting for Xu Ming’s answer.