War
Going back in time, Aelina had just grabbed Cyrus by the throat, strangling him.
"Now, why don't you tell me what's really going on before I rip out your throat and feed your corpse to the dogs." She said, her violet eyes peering straight into Cyrus' soul.
She loosened her grip on his throat a bit so he could speak.
Cyrus coughed a few times, catching his breath, before glaring at Aelina.
When was the last time that he, the Sect Master of the Crimson Slayer Sect, a genuine Divine Sea Realm master, had ever been treated like this?
Like a lowly dog?
Cyrus' glare intensified, and with a 'gentle' push, he removed Aelina's hand from his throat and backed away.
"Don't do that again." He warned with a ferocious expression.
Aelina looked at him in amusement as if he were a small child trying to scold an adult but said nothing.
Instead, she repeated her previous question.