He couldn't help but ask:
"What?"
"...So, the physician from Jinghua Pavilion... how did he become an assassin?"
Fang Shuwen said helplessly,
"My memory is failing in my old age."
"..."
Wu Changzai gritted his teeth. He pressed his hands against the ground, struggling to pull himself out.
Fang Shuwen's palm suddenly shot out, stopping right before Wu Changzai's face.
His hand halted just three inches from the tip of Wu Changzai's nose, but the gusting Palm Wind sent his white hair flying and caused a fine sheen of sweat to break out on his forehead.
Then Fang Shuwen said,
"I'm a bit of a coward, so I advise you to speak to me just like that. If you dare to jump out, I'll most likely send you to the afterlife with a single palm strike."
Wu Changzai's mind was in chaos. 'This man calls himself a coward?'
'How is he a coward in any way? He's clearly audacious to the extreme!'
