Fang Shuwen nearly laughed. He shook his head gently:
"A man has to be true to his word.
"You just said you couldn't. How can you go back on your word now?"
A wave of misery washed over the red-robed man.
He had come here on orders. The reason he'd been so brazen was that he hadn't considered Fang Shuwen a threat in the slightest.
He never could have imagined that Fang Shuwen's Martial Arts were so formidable.
Even a combined strike from all the men he'd brought with him couldn't defeat him.
Though his own palm strike had been hasty, it had been filled with Inner Strength—the culmination of his life's Power channeled into a single blow.
Yet it had crumbled on contact.
'This man… just what are his origins?'
As misery churned in his heart, he heard Fang Shuwen speak up.
"However, I must admit I'm quite curious about your group. If you're honest with me, perhaps…"
The red-robed man's heart stirred, but then he gave a bitter laugh:
"I can't. I'll die if I talk."
