A wisp of flame flickered at his fingertip, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
"Fang Shuwen... you'd best not disappoint me..."
He turned around, but the bleak moonlight failed to illuminate his face.
Only the Qilin Sword Blade of the sword in his hand was exceptionally dazzling under the starlight.
...
...
Fang Shuwen wasn't in a hurry to question the man in black. After exerting himself for most of the night, he was a bit tired, and more importantly, hungry.
So he first started a fire. Then, relying on his powerful hearing, he quickly found a wild rabbit that had lost its way in the dark, and after catching it, guided it to its bright end.
As the aroma of roasting rabbit began to fill the air, Fang Shuwen finally looked over at the man in black.
"Care to talk?"
"Kill me or cut me up..."
Fang Shuwen sighed. He was getting tired of hearing that sort of line.
