The black-clothed leader was being ridiculously cooperative.
But Daoist Wuyi was anything but happy...
'How was this fair?'
'I'd spent so much effort, used so many methods, and still couldn't pry these guys' mouths open.'
'And yet Fang Shuwen does nothing, just walks up and asks a single question, and this black-clothed leader just spills everything?'
'How the hell is the gap between two people bigger than the one between a man and a beast?'
He found it hard to believe. He squatted down and patted the black-clothed leader's shoulder.
"You're talking just like that?"
"What's it to you?"
The black-clothed leader had a foul temper. Even after suffering the torment of A Line, he hadn't been reduced to groveling. And yet, the reality was... no matter what Fang Shuwen asked, he would provide a roundabout answer.
But his mouth hadn't gone completely soft.
Especially when it came to Daoist Wuyi, the man he had defeated.
The disdain in his eyes was plain to see.
