"Who is this esteemed Senior Brother boss of yours?" Xi Muyao asked, his voice tinged with suspicion as his eyes flickered uneasily toward the group.
Despite sensing the looming danger emanating from them, Xi Muyao felt strangely compelled to stay. Ye Chuang's honeyed words acted like a binding spell, an invisible force keeping him rooted in place.
"He's a well-known Faction Master in the Outer Sect. You'll meet him soon enough, Junior Brother," Ye Chuang's voice hummed, the melodic tuning of his words somehow melting away the last remnants of Xi Muyao's skepticism.
The demonic allure of Ye Chuang's tone seemed to draw him in, and despite a growing sense of unease, Xi Muyao found himself following along.
His innate sense of justice clashed with the insidious pull of Ye Chuang's voice.
