The guard had already reached the fisherman. With one foot, he stomped the fisherman, who was about to climb back up, back onto the ground, pinning his chest firmly beneath his boot.
The fisherman struggled, casting spells and fighting desperately, only to discover that the other man's cultivation was so powerful that he could barely move.
The fisherman stared at the man looming over him and stepping on him. In a hoarse voice, he demanded, "Who exactly are you?"
His voice had changed again. This voice that slipped out in his urgency seemed to be his true natural voice.
The guard did not answer, nor would he tell the other man who he was. Bending down, he tapped several points on the fisherman's body, placing restrictions on him. Then he reached to his neck, grabbed a piece of skin, and with a swish tore the disguise from the fisherman's face, revealing his true appearance.
Knowing that his real face had been exposed, the fisherman wore a somewhat hysterical, savage expression. "Who exactly are you?"
The guard seized his neck and lifted him straight up, carrying him before Shao Pingbo. "That's right. It's him—the son of Lan Daolin, Lan Ming, the Pavilion Master of Boundless Pavilion."
Shao Pingbo scrutinized Lan Ming's face, but afterward his attention focused on the guard.
He had already told the other party that the one coming to keep the appointment might be the son of Lan Daolin, one of the Nine Saints, yet the man had still acted.
The two had exchanged blows too quickly for Shao Pingbo's eyesight to follow clearly, but he could see that this guard had easily injured and subdued Lan Ming.
Whatever else, one thing was clear to him: the Pavilion Master of Boundless Pavilion could not possibly be weak. He