"Where did you get him?"
Fang Shuwen pointed to a nearby wall. With Daoist Wuyi's level of Cultivation, he could easily hear the sound of footsteps retreating from behind it.
"Just grabbed him."
"..."
'That's a bit *too* casual.'
Daoist Wuyi was speechless. He'd only taken a couple of breaths, and in that time, Fang Shuwen had managed to capture a grown man?
'So this is what it means to be powerful in Martial Arts... you really can do whatever you want.'
Fang Shuwen sealed the man's Mute Acupoint and planted A Line in him.
Then he said to Daoist Wuyi,
"You can go now."
Daoist Wuyi grimaced.
"Er... and where exactly should I go?"
Fang Shuwen shot the old Daoist a weary glance. 'Why is it,' he thought, 'that everyone who gathers around me seems to be a little... off?'
Zhou Zhengze was one thing; at least he seemed guileless.
But this old Daoist was clearly a seasoned veteran of the Jianghu. Why did he need to be led by the hand?
