The area around the original bonfire was now littered with corpses. The men in red had been struck by Fang Shuwen's Wind God's Fury and suffered a backlash from their own Inner Strength. They couldn't be more dead.
Fang Shuwen's expression was grim. He searched each body, delivering another stab to each for good measure. After checking them all, he had found nothing of value.
He looked at Lu Guiyan.
"Young Chief of the Escort, they came for me. This has nothing to do with you."
"Let us part ways here… I have some personal grudges to settle."
"You're out of this mess now. I don't think you'll have any more trouble."
Lu Guiyan pondered for a moment upon hearing this. He didn't try to stop Fang Shuwen, but instead said:
"Brother Fang, you must be careful. Judging by their Martial Arts, their origins are anything but ordinary."
"Thank you for your concern, Young Chief of the Escort."
Fang Shuwen then called Mo Beidou over.
