Yao De shrunk back slightly with clear trepidation showing on him. Lin Guiren's voice was low and soft. It contained neither anger nor disappointment. It was just a voice that contained no emotion, but Yao De, felt as if he was receiving admonishment from the heavens itself, and that pressure bore on his very soul, which was further amplified as he stared into Lin Guiren's golden eyes that contained the same presence and weight of a galaxy of stars.
Amid the overwhelming fear, a voice echoed from his soul which seemed to dissolve the weight of that fear.
It's already out. What is there to be afraid of? Whether you die now or in 600 years when your lifespan runs out, what does it matter? You will still die. At least if it happens now, you will be freed from the torment of the passage of days, knowing that with each day that passes, you get that much closer to your death.
With a bit of renewed strength, Yao De sighed slightly, as he bowed.