Just when everyone thought he was about to fall clumsily to the ground, he regained his balance with perfect poise and stood firm once again. Standing there, he seemed like a towering mountain, unyielding, demonstrating his resilient will and strong self-control.
No sooner had he landed than he looked up in the direction where Logan was standing, his face showing astonishment.
Logan didn't give him a chance to react. A dagger appeared in his hand, glinting without any flow of Spiritual Power—it was just a random blade he carried for cutting things.
With a flash, he was in front of the man, the dagger at his throat, questioning sharply.
"Following me, what's your purpose? Speak up fast, or else my dagger isn't going to be sympathetic."
The man was taken aback, having not expected Logan to have detected him and even taken him hostage in that instant.
