Daoist Changmin kept accusing others of being deceivers, never expecting that the true swindler would be himself!
Feeling the shift in the way the people around looked at him, Daoist Changmin suddenly came to his senses and realized he'd let something slip. Just as he was about to defend himself,
a hand landed on his shoulder.
It was only then that he abruptly noticed Jiangli had approached him.
Meeting Jiangli's eyes filled him with fright, "You... "
"I'll ask you once more." Jiangli gazed intently at him, but did not bring up what was said before. Instead, he pressed, "Who exactly did you apprentice under, and who is your master?"
"Why... why should I tell you..." Daoist Changmin's heart raced with fear, instinctively trying to dodge, but for some reason couldn't fathom Jiangli's strength.
A small hand seemed to hold the force of thousands of pounds, firmly holding onto his shoulder.
Daoist Changmin gritted his teeth, struggling to break free.
