The tall, thin man was still holding one end of the tripwire, but his gaze was fixed on Fang Zhen, his brow deeply furrowed.
"Who are you? And what's with that bizarre outfit?"
"And what is that thing you're riding? Why are you in the Land of Rest?"
"If you don't start talking, you're not walking out of this forest."
Fang Zhen sneered.
"It's not your place to ask who I am. First, let me teach you some manners!"
He brandished his spear and charged forward.
The tall, thin man was furious.
Though the tall, thin man was unsure of Fang Zhen's origins, he spoke with a condescending, interrogative tone.
Fang Zhen had noticed it too.
'This kind of person won't understand a thing until you beat some sense into them.'
Fang Zhen quickened his pace, rapidly charging toward the tall, thin man.
The tall, thin man roared, tossing aside the tripwire. He reached into a leather pouch at his waist and pulled out a translucent, crystalline object that resembled a small animal figurine.
