Even so, Lin Chen's face showed not a trace of fear.
He remained silent, his gaze occasionally fixed on the black orb in Zheng Chuanhai's palm.
The orb seemed to possess a kind of demonic allure, and when it drew close to Lin Chen, it appeared as if it desired to leap from Zheng Chuanhai's hand and latch onto Lin Chen.
Lin Chen furrowed his brows and took a step back, the deep darkness emanating from the orb compelled him to be cautious.
But Zheng Chuanhai was indifferent, allowing the orb to move without ever letting it slip from his grasp.
"Don't rush, patriarch, just a little longer."
Zheng Chuanhai murmured soothingly as he stroked the orb.
Lin Chen was taken aback; the patriarch he referred to was not the figure above, but indeed the orb itself!
With his words, the orb indeed calmed considerably, and even the evil qi it emitted became restrained.
Then, Zheng Chuanhai's smile vanished, his gaze turned cold, and the solemnity on his face was evident.
