"Senior, I really don't know." Fan Zhongfu didn't lie; he truly didn't know where the Iron Bamboo was.
There is Iron Bamboo on Kuwu Mountain, but that's just a legend. Fan Zhongfu had never seen Iron Bamboo in his life, and in the entire Puluo State, very few people have seen Iron Bamboo.
"Don't know, then what good are you?" Sun Tiecheng fondled the spool of thread back and forth several times.
Fan Zhongfu felt his entire body and internal organs being squeezed into mud.
He had tormented many people with his Seamless Skill, but today, he truly experienced the taste of this technique.
"Se-Senior, allow me to say something, I do know where the Iron Bamboo is..."
Sun Tiecheng rubbed the spool of thread and said, "If you know, then just say it."
This spool of thread became Fan Zhongfu's nightmare; just one more glance felt like enduring a thousand cuts.
"Senior, I truly can't remember..."
