"Daring to follow us, speak up, who sent you?"
Zhan Beiye walked up to the man and stomped on the man's chest with his foot.
"Ergh, ah!"
The man screamed in agony, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.
Zhan Beiye's foot had directly crushed the broken bones of the man, obviously on purpose. Was he trying to kill him? It was excruciatingly painful.
"Who sent you?"
Seeing that the man remained silent, Zhan Beiye asked again.
"What do you mean 'who sent me?' I don't understand what you're talking about," the man immediately denied.
At this time, who would admit they were following them? Now, the only thing on his mind was how to extricate himself from the accusation of tailing them.
"I wasn't watching you; it was merely a coincidence that I was traveling the same way as you. What are you trying to do, kill someone? This is the Feather Abyss Plane, and if you foreigners dare to make a move, don't expect to leave alive!"
"Heh."
Zhan Beiye let out a light chuckle.
