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.