"No, really no!" Song Ziming nervously defended himself.
"Do you know the exact location of that group?" Yang Xiao turned his face to look at Tong Han.
"I only know they settled outside the town. I was worried about a conflict with them, so I didn't send anyone to investigate in detail," Tong Han explained. "They've been guarding for almost a month now."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao turned his head to stare at Song Ziming, his expression cold. "An Evil Cultivator Guardian, with plenty of serious business like killing and arson to attend to, travels thousands of miles bringing people here, guarding outside the town for a month for you, and you say you haven't taken anything from them? Are you effing taking me for a fool?"
"Seems like you won't speak the truth without a bit of suffering." Sui Chengguo instantly stepped forward, his fingers like hooks, pinching Song Ziming's scapula, his fingers suddenly exerting force, causing Song Ziming to cry out continuously in pain.
