"Where in the manor is the inner vault?"
Fang Han asked again.
The gray-robed man didn't dare to conceal the truth and quickly revealed the vault's location.
Fang Han questioned him further. When the gray-robed man could no longer offer any valuable information and only pleaded repeatedly for his life, Fang Han knew the man was of no further use to him.
He didn't hesitate for a moment.
The Cloud Splitting Sword flashed from its sheath, swiftly slitting the gray-robed man's throat.
SPURT.
A thin red line appeared on the gray-robed man's throat. The terror and pleading in his eyes froze instantly before the light within them faded. His head lolled to the side, and he breathed no more.
'Yan Wuji returned in a rush to retrieve something and left right away. He's clearly abandoned this place and won't be coming back...'
Fang Han glanced toward the manor, rapidly weighing his options.
'Even if I report this location to the Sect, I can't just lie in wait for Yan Wuji to return.'
