"I could've gone back to the sect and informed them of your attempt to harm me and you'd be dead by nightfall, but I preferred solving it peacefully," Ken said in a comforting voice as if he was pitying Mr. Darma.
"Are you saying you've spared my life?" Mr. Darma exuded strong pressure on everyone in the room. His mind, enhanced by his stage, was multiple times stronger than theirs, making them distort their face in pain.
"It's not what he meant, Mr. Darma. He only wanted to say he is sincere about coming in peace; he is still a child and is not well-versed in negotiating and communicating with others. You know how geniuses can be… quirky," Tiffany hurried to defuse the tense atmosphere.
"Since you are in a closed house with me, don't forget to be polite. What do you have to offer in return for peace?" Mr. Darma removed his pressure and agreed to talk.