Majestic mountains tower overhead, streams flow gently, and Christine and her four companions are left utterly stunned.
Heavens above!
We never said any of that! When did we ever say anything like that? It's pure fabrication—utterly made up!
Splash, splash.
The waterfall crashes against the surface of the deep pool.
No, no, no, absolutely not!
Christine, the beautiful young woman, was so frightened that her eyes twitched, tears glimmering: "How could we possibly issue death threats inside the Standard Gate? We would never dare! That would violate Spark-Heritage regulations—we'd be severely punished, severely punished!"
She felt herself on the verge of tears—Lucy Han's performance was so convincing, her acting was unexpectedly masterful.
Whether Andrew Han believed it or not was another matter.
Christine nearly spat out blood—she was starting to believe it herself.
Heaven-King, please judge clearly!
Heaven-King, please judge clearly!
The other four were scared out of their wits—they dropped to one knee, crying out repeatedly. They simply knelt right there.
Silence.
Andrew Han's voice was cold and commanding, slicing through the virtual screen as he fixed his gaze on his sister, Lucy.
Andrew Han said sternly, "If they issued death threats, Spark-Heritage will punish them accordingly."
Lucy Han shook her head, choking up, her voice thick with tears. Andrew told her to lift her head, but she stubbornly refused, complaining in a pitiful tone: "It's too scary, too frightening. Maybe I'll never see my brother again, never get another chance."
She sobbed, her voice trembling.
How heartbreaking that would be.
Her delicate voice tugged at the heartstrings—Andrew Han pursed his lips, torn between exasperation and amusement, remembering his duty to protect his sister, entrusted to him by his master.