Immediately had people keep watch over the prison wagon, in case someone tried to hijack it.
"You should be careful, sir."
From inside the prison wagon, Shu Fan's teasing voice drifted out.
"Even if you're an Innate Martial Artist, if you're not careful, you could still fall to a Mage's spell, you know."
This wasn't some third-rate Mage—same as always, fights in the jianghu aren't like in movies, all about one-on-ones. Poison, ambushes, that's the usual strategy.
Surely you don't really think everyone fights head-on, right?
"You demoness, don't you dare try to distract the lord!"
In Si Nan's eyes, there was no way Shu Fan would 'kindheartedly' remind their lord of anything.
Saying things like that was just to mess with their lord's thinking.
"Hehe!"
Shu Fan just let out a couple soft laughs and didn't say anything more.
As expected.
The next moment, a faint floral fragrance drifted through the air.
"What's that smell? Smells so good!"
