Sure enough, Feng Wanzhou was a soul hunter. He was able to act so indifferent to Han and the other outsiders because he has already lost his will to live.
An old saying went, words of a man on his deathbed always come from the heart. Feng Wanzhou already made a firm resolution to fight his opponent to the death, so now he did not care about Han’s identity at all.
Han slightly frown and asked, "Old man, who is this person that you are so desperately trying to find?"
Feng Wanzhou laughed bitterly, "What person? The name is Li Xiang, he’s my-"
Suddenly, the conversation direction changed. Feng Wanzhou glanced at Han and questioned, "Why do you care so much? This is soul hunter business, and you have nothing to do with it."
