Everyone was stunned for a moment, then someone asked:
"What kind of help?"
"Help me find someone."
Fang Shuwen said:
"A disciple of Nine Streams Hall, Chen Guangzhou. He's twenty-three, five-foot-four in height, with a light-colored birthmark on his left wrist. He uses a short blade as his weapon, and the blade's length is..."
He spoke slowly. While the others had yet to react, Cheng Shile's expression changed drastically.
'Fang Shuwen doesn't just know about me, he knows about the others too...'
This was the method Fang Shuwen had come up with.
There were too many of them—over seventy in total. If he had to find them one by one, it would take an eternity.
He could have tried to find a way to make them reveal themselves.
But at this point, Fang Shuwen couldn't be bothered to waste any more mental energy on it. When there was a simple solution, why play mind games with them?
