After walking a while longer, Fan Chang sensed something was off. He stopped in his tracks, turned to Xie Zhichuan, and asked with a hint of suspicion and alertness in his voice, "Nephew Xie, where are the people who slander my Xingyi Fist Sect? Why can't I see a single shadow?"
Xie Zhichuan's heart tightened suddenly, feeling like it was about to leap out of his throat. However, he forced himself to remain calm, squeezing out a smile, and stammered, "Sect Leader Fan, don't worry. I clearly saw them wandering around here just now. They probably saw your awe-inspiring presence and got scared into hiding. They're guilty like thieves, knowing they're not your match."
At this moment, Shan Bing seized the opportunity. Like a well-prepared leopard, he leaped out from the cave like a black lightning bolt, moving so fast that it was almost impossible for anyone to react. The dagger in his hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight, aiming straight at Fan Chang's back.
