Bi Fan smiled indifferently, not the least bit anxious. The cold gleam of the Rin Shen Saber flickered as he twirled it between his fingers, then vanished. With a flash, he appeared right in front of the man. "Of course, you don't have to talk. But I have plenty of ways to make you."
At the sight of that somewhat familiar face, the Devil Race man's expression changed. He stared in surprise. "You're... Bi Fan?"
Bi Fan raised an eyebrow, smiling without quite smiling. "Looks like I'm pretty famous among the Devil Race."
The man's eyes darkened, a complicated look passing through them, though his emotions soon settled. In a rather strange tone, he said, "Who would've thought the man at the top of the Hunting List would be the sort who liked sneaking up on people from behind?"
"Heh." Bi Fan smiled faintly, unconcerned by the mockery in his words. He brushed the dust from his clothes and replied leisurely, "You don't need to try that on me. Your Devil Race has far more shameless and despicable methods. Compared to you, I'm just a small witch before a great sorcerer."
The man snorted and turned his head away, refusing to speak to him again. In truth, he was secretly straining to break free of Bi Fan's restraint so he could send word that someone had intruded here.
Bi Fan had already seen through him. Smiling, he said, "Don't bother. A peak Spirit Soul Realm cultivator may be strong, but you won't escape me. Forget the signal flare on you—you won't even be able to stir a trace of Soul Power."
The man glared at him, his expression icy. Clearly, he realized he had no chance of escape. He was anxious and frustrated, but refused to show his panic, managing