He found Fang Shuwen's gaze still fixed upon him, a feeling like thorns on his back and a bone in his throat... He couldn't help but look back, only to find Fang Shuwen still watching him with that same detached expression.
"Fang... Brother Fang?"
Zhao Ziying spoke softly, his eyes filled with questions.
"Walk with me. Let's talk."
Fang Shuwen eased up on him and continued walking forward.
Zhao Ziying breathed a sigh of relief and quickly caught up, keeping pace with Fang Shuwen—daring neither to fall behind nor pull ahead.
As for the group up ahead... nothing had changed.
Zhao Ziying couldn't help but be amazed.
'Fang Shuwen has them completely terrified, all on his own.'
Then again, remembering the guy Fang Shuwen had just thrown off a cliff, it made perfect sense.
'Just seeing him covered in blood tells you how many people he must have killed to get here... These people are probably scared to death.'
'I wonder why they're still here. Why haven't they run away yet?'
