"Ah...finally," his fingers grip your cheek, admiring your features. "Do you know how much trouble the Orthodox Sect, how much trouble you caused me?"

He leans forward, whispering into your ear.

"Now what should I do with you? It'll be such a shame to just throw one of the best martial artists of the Orthodox Sect into prison, right?"

He smiles, an almost mockingly kind look crossing his face as he looks deep in thought, the look in his eye cruel and sadistic.

"What would you like?"