Faced with the question from the man before him, Chen Yan said nothing.
Quite the opposite—before even two breaths had passed, Chen Yan immediately turned and fled into the distance.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man immediately gave chase.
This was entirely within Chen Yan's plan.
First, he had feigned weakness and made the other party completely lower his guard, all so that he could be captured and thrown into the cage on the donkey cart.
Everything was proceeding according to Chen Yan's plan.
With frantic, stumbling steps, he ran toward the outskirts of the village, trampling over shattered tiles and rubble.
The footsteps behind him drew closer and closer.
It was a chase with no suspense whatsoever.
Chen Yan deliberately slowed his pace so the other man would have time to catch up.
As he passed a pile of broken tiles, he even deliberately let his foot slip, staggering two steps forward.
In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man whom the lame driver had called Third Brother pounced on him from behind and grabbed him by the back of the collar.
"Run! Go on, run!"
Third Brother panted heavily, looking thoroughly displeased.
Then he raised his hand and slapped Chen Yan hard across the face.
A burning pain spread across Chen Yan's cheek.
Yet after taking that slap, Chen Yan's heart remained utterly still.
Something of this degree naturally could not stir even the slightest ripple in the heart of a Void Return Realm True Lord like Chen Yan, who had weathered countless storms.
Then the middle-aged man called Third Brother, who looked to be in his forties, dragged Chen Yan along with one hand while the other rested on the hiltless long saber at his waist, heading toward the donkey cart.
He then threw Chen Yan into