Grande Selo Místico

In the majestic main hall, Star Lord Wu Shu reclined on his throne. Below the throne, two figures prostrated themselves: an old man and a beautiful young woman.

An eerie atmosphere permeated the hall, so quiet that the fall of a needle would have been audible. Half an hour passed in this state before Wu Shu finally broke the silence. "Things have reached this point; do you two have nothing left to say for yourselves?"

Within the hall, the two were heavily constrained, as if by an invisible pressure. They could not even stand straight, and speaking was a laborious task. Upon hearing Wu Shu’s words, the woman, though she desperately wanted to curse, remembered her status as a prisoner and struggled to utter, "Star Lord, the constraints..."

As she managed to choke out the word "constraints," Wu Shu flicked his hand toward them. The pair immediately felt their bodies lighten and began to gasp for air.

Freed from the bonds, the old man hissed, "Wu Shu, I treated you well in the past; how dare you treat me like this? If I had known it would come to this, I should have strangled you in your mother’s womb!"

Wu Shu was not surprised by the old man's reaction, but he would never tolerate someone openly using his name and insulting him to his face. After tens of thousands of years of accumulated authority, Wu Shu merely gazed at him calmly, and the old man felt a shiver run down his spine. Just as the old man was about to beg for mercy, the pressure descended again, forcing him uncontrollably to the ground.