"Senior Jiang, my luck must be blessed by the heavens to see you so closely."
Inwardly, though, he couldn't help but curse his damned luck. He continued.
"Exalted immortal, your might could silence the roar of the Primordial Chaos! I prostrate in shame, pleading forgiveness for my ignorant trespass, unworthy of your boundless tolerance!"
He was genuinely hoping that Jiang Hao would forgive him this time. He would never ever even speak to himself about Jiang Hao from this day onwards.
Jiang Hao looked at all this expressionlessly. Inwardly, though, he couldn't help but wonder if he really seemed that terrifying. He had never killed someone just because he wanted to, nor had he ever used his strength to show dominance over someone without a reason.
But it looked like reasons didn't matter, only results left behind marks that affected someone's perception of him. They were all just afraid of him because he had killed thousands of cultivators. None of them cared why he did it.
