The man with the square-shaped face spoke gravely about the Ghost Warrior.
Ding Fan could tell that the square-faced man believed his earlier talk of secret techniques, which is why he was willing to reveal the matter of the Ghost Warrior.
With his main soul locked, a martial artist's life was firmly in the hands of another; for the square-faced man to speak of the Ghost Warrior's matter took considerable determination.
"Do you know where Jin Minchong is?" Ding Fan asked.
The square-faced man thought for a moment, then slightly shook his head. "I don't know Jin Minchong."
"You're lying, believe it or not, I can just kill you right now," said Cheng Bufan, stepping out of the woods at that moment.
"I really don't know... If you want to kill me, just do it," the square-faced man replied as he closed his eyes.
Cheng Bufan's face showed annoyance. His right hand flicked, and a longsword appeared in his grasp. "Do you really think I wouldn't dare?"
