The extent of his earlier disarray was evident.
And then...
Two such powerful evil practitioners were killed just like that?
With just a punch?
And a kick?
Beyond the inconceivable four-character phrase, he no longer knew what words to use to describe everything he had witnessed.
In the end, the myriad of thoughts in his mind condensed into this sentence, "Many... many thanks to this Taoist priest for lending a hand. Just now, cough cough cough... I may have been presumptuous, and I hope the Taoist priest will not take offense."
He lowered his head.
He admitted his fault.
Because no matter how much Fan Wu invited suspicion, he had ultimately saved a member of the Imperial Heaven Commission. And this member was not one to ignore favors and kindness.
He was well aware that if Fan Wu hadn't intervened, he would have died right there!
