Although the man's face was a bit pale, his life wasn't in danger. Fang Shuwen's gaze fell on a white robe lying on the ground nearby. It was covered in wrinkles, as if it had been ravaged.
Perhaps sensing Fang Shuwen's stare, Dongfang Wujiu subconsciously picked up the robe and put it away.
He then looked at Fang Shuwen and, after a long, conflicted pause, asked:
"Do... do you know who it was I was fighting?"
Fang Shuwen shook his head decisively.
"No idea."
Dongfang Wujiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then gave a bitter smile.
"I ran into a tough one tonight. I'm afraid I've made a fool of myself, Brother Fang."
"You know who I am?"
Fang Shuwen was a little surprised.
Dongfang Wujiu stood up and put his shirt back on.
"Of course. You killed Shi Meng. Within Wentian Mansion, everyone knows your name."
"You're from Wentian Mansion?"
Fang Shuwen suddenly understood, his eyes narrowing slightly.
