While his mind was in turmoil, Fang Shuwen walked up to him.
He stepped on his chest.
"You…"
Weng Zhenliu had been the Vice Valley Master for over a decade. In all those years, no one had dared to treat him this way.
Yet, looking at the young man's icy gaze, an inexplicable fear took root in his heart.
He subconsciously swallowed the rest of his words.
Then, Fang Shuwen spoke softly.
"Now, can we have a proper conversation?"
"…Fine."
"Remove the silver needle from Miss He's body."
Fang Shuwen said slowly.
Weng Zhenliu nodded and looked toward a man of about fifty a short distance away.
The man shakily got to his feet. Fang Shuwen had, after all, shown mercy with his palm strike. He couldn't very well kill an expert from the Southern Domain right here in Yuqing Pavilion.
He had to, at the very least, consider the feelings of his hosts.
