"Do any of you know where that Fang Shuwen actually got his Martial Arts from?"
The topic immediately caught everyone's attention, and someone promptly asked:
"You know?"
"I don't, that's why I'm asking."
Everyone suddenly found this incredibly dull.
A faint smile touched Fang Shuwen's lips.
"You want to know the origin of his Martial Arts? The way I see it, why don't you just capture him and torture him a bit? Maybe he won't be able to stand it and will just confess."
"Don't say such nonsense! If word of this got back to that Demon, a quick death would be a mercy."
The man waved his hands repeatedly, begging him to stop.
Fang Shuwen laughed. He was on his way back from the Sword God Palace, planning to head straight to the Eastern Domain as Fang Qingyi had told him.
He happened to be passing through and, with nothing better to do and a sudden craving for wine, decided to stop for a few drinks. He never expected that this group of people would be talking nonstop about him.
