Yet the invisible hand showed no sign of letting go. Feng Yushan was on the verge of tears. He could no longer put on airs as an envoy of the Zhuque Kingdom, and his voice trembled as he said, "I only came to deliver a challenge! I'm just a messenger! If you're angry, don't take it out on me! What am I supposed to do? I'm in a difficult position too!"
"The date." Wang Lin's calm voice drifted slowly from the valley.
"Three months from now, at the Western Mountain Temple of Heaven in the Zhuque Kingdom," Feng Yushan answered at once.
"How did you know I was here?" Wang Lin's voice remained calm, but it carried a murderous edge.
"I truly don't know! The information came from Zhuque Mountain. Otherwise, Hongdie's sect would have started searching for you long ago. Your location this time came from Zhuque Mountain as well." Feng Yushan lowered his head and added quietly, "I first went to a little village not far ahead, but a senior with unfathomable cultivation threw me here. He said this was where I was supposed to go!"
"He threw you here?" The corners of Wang Lin's mouth lifted slightly, as though he could picture Feng Yushan's sorry state in Xuantian's hands. After a moment's thought, he said, "I don't have time."
The invisible hand around Feng Yushan finally released him. After moving his limbs a little, he made a firm decision: from now on, he would refuse any assignment involving the Chu Kingdom, even if it killed him. This place was too strange, too uncanny. He simply could not understand why a small, third-rank cultivation nation had so many hidden old monsters!
Wang Lin's answer left Feng Yushan in a bind. After a moment's hesitation, he cupped his fists