Imprisoned within the white sphere, Han Xuhan spoke without fear, echoes of his voice spiraling through the endless tube that led into the depths of this Artificial Macrocosm.
One by one, he picked apart the flaws in Qian Yun's scheme.
"Since the moment I have appeared here, you've done everything in your power to make me feel less and less safe. From boasting about your position in this spiritual world, to telling me repeatedly that I was at your mercy, to indirectly hinting that my martial siblings have backstabbed me, and then claiming that my Sect Master has chosen not to help me...
"You've tried to hammer so many nails into the coffin of my hopes, thinking that I would give in to the fear and submit to your offer. But all of these would have been totally unnecessary if you really were that powerful as you describe yourself to be; or if my situation was as horrible as you're insinuating.
