"Re... revenge... What revenge?" A trace of wariness flashed through his eyes. It seemed that my question had made him realize I really was only passing by. As for taking revenge, there was no need for that.
"Heh. Fan Zhiyang has been gone for several days without returning, while the women and children in his household don't even dare leave the house. They're this terrified of strangers, so something clearly happened. It seems that after Fan Zhiyang failed to return for so long, his family also knew something was amiss and disaster was brewing. So you imprisoned Fan Zhiyang?" I wasn't stupid. A little thought was enough to tell me that something strange might be going on. These people were so tense about anyone looking for Fan Zhiyang—what exactly were they planning?
Besides, what benefit could anyone get from going to a ruined sect? Could chasing down a debt really recover any money? If that were possible, Fan Zhiyang wouldn't have had to sell off his possessions at the market every few days. Thus, I had already reached a conclusion: Fan Zhiyang was likely already doomed. Whether these people were looking for me was another matter, but there was a very high chance they were going there to silence him.
In the martial world, uprooting the grass to eradicate the roots was common sense, let alone for a whole family that stopped at nothing to cultivate. Perhaps they had been bullied for so long that they were especially strict with their children. Who wouldn't hope that their own child could rise again from the ashes?
I was beginning to understand how Fan Zhiyang, despite carrying such heavy burdens, still hoped that his child would one day make something of himself.
I drew a deep breath and applied more force to