"Duan Wuya, did the Netherworld Pavilion order you to attack me?"
Not a hint of panic showed on Fang Han's composed expression. He spoke slowly, his voice steady.
His confidence was rooted in a strength that surpassed his ranking on the Celestial Pride List.
Upon hearing this, the curve of Duan Wuya's lips widened slightly, revealing a playful, mocking smile.
He straightened up, twirling his long saber in a flourish before letting the tip point diagonally toward the ground.
"The Netherworld Pavilion? Yes, they did give an order."
He spoke unhurriedly, as if stating a trivial matter of no consequence.
"However, that is not the main reason I am here today."
He paused, his dark red eyes fixed on Fang Han's face, as if searching for any flicker of emotion.
"Someone has paid a high price for your life."
"Someone wants to buy my life?"
Fang Han's eyes flickered as a name quickly surfaced in his mind.
