Freed from his bindings, Fu Quanliang's fingertips sparked with spiritual light, and he instinctively thought to counterattack.
However, after detecting the powerful surge of energy within Chu Zheng, he lost his spirit for a moment, dispelled the alcoholic fumes around him, rubbed his neck, and said softly,
"You ask."
Cultivators are acutely aware of the disparity in strength between each other; a simple encounter was enough for understanding to dawn on them.
He had not dodged Chu Zheng's grab before, and he would not be able to dodge it a second time.
"Why did the Phantom Spirit Sect send you here? what is the real purpose?" Chu Zheng cut directly to the heart of the matter.
"To protect the Song Family from being harassed."
Fu Quanliang tugged at the corner of his mouth, chuckling lightly, "At least, that's what the mission states."
"Why have only you come alone, and with your strength so weak, how could you possibly protect the Song Family?"
