That is to say.
He is a cultivator!
Fu Yuantong, adhering to the principle that less trouble is better than more, felt that the strange cultivator before him likely wasn't a member of the Qintian Department. He said, "Fellow Daoist, you can pretend as if you have not seen anything. If you do, I will provide you with a certain compensation that will surely satisfy you."
Fan Wu ignored the middle-aged man, instead looking towards Si Ma Hundred Households who had been sent flying several steps away and was now struggling to get up while clutching his abdomen.
Fan Wu casually asked, "Are you alright?"
"No... cough cough cough! No problem!" Si Ma Hundred Households had already applied a talisman on his wound, which slowed the bleeding at his abdomen slightly.
His face was filled with excited expression, "I... I never expected to encounter you. Perhaps, my fate is not yet sealed."
Hmm?
Fu Yuantong had a bad feeling about this.
