The rotund businessman, skilled in reading expressions more than most, noticed Ding Fan's face growing increasingly stern and cold, as though a layer of frost had settled upon it. He immediately realized he might have misspoken again. Though he once faced imminent execution from the muscular man for selling two female cultivators at an auction, the more fearsome youth standing before him might harbor different reasoning.
The businessman regretted his rashness, feeling sincere remorse as he faced a potential life-or-death moment. He slapped his forehead abruptly with a loud crack, then pleaded with regret and self-blame:
"It's my fault, it's my fault. I shouldn't have babbled. Young hero, please instruct me. Anything you wish to know, I will lay bare without exception!"
On his knees, he gazed imploringly at Ding Fan.
