Was it because this man closely resembled the one described in the warrant that he felt he would likely be chopped by a sword if he did not answer the question?
Fan Wu didn't care about how rich the psychological activities of the commoner from the Great Yan Dynasty were.
All Fan Wu's voice continued to rise, "Where is Wuxia Mountain?!"
"It's... to the east..." The villager from the Great Yan Dynasty pointed in a direction with a trembling hand, facing Fan Wu.
"Good, thank you," Fan Wu voiced his thanks.
Then he headed in that direction.
His demeanor appeared as though he didn't care at all about the warrant, as if the thousand taels of silver on his head meant nothing, and he wasn't afraid that someone might covet the price on his neck.
As Fan Wu's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, these villagers of the Great Yan Dynasty caught in dilemma looked at each other in bewilderment.
