"Mr. Fang?"
Wu Xie froze. Mr. Fang, standing in the distance, was remarkably clean and completely unscathed.
Just as spotless as Zhang Qiling, who had been protected by Fatty as an expert with absolutely no combat ability.
Noticing that Mr. Fang was not far from the door to the side chamber they had just passed, Wu Xie understood. Mr. Fang must have been hiding in that side chamber all along, which explained why he had not been hurt at all.
At that thought, Wu Xie's eyelids twitched. With skills like his, why had he run so fast just now?
"What did you mean by what you said earlier?"
Zhang Qiling looked at Tiga Clone with a mixture of vigilance and scrutiny in his eyes.
Wu Xie had been hiding in the ditch just now, while Fatty had been blocking arrows for him, so neither of them had seen it. Mr. Fang had not avoided being hit because he hid in the side chamber; he had casually brushed every arrow aside.
Zhang Qiling, who had been observing everyone while concealing his identity, had witnessed all of it.
Avoiding arrows was already an extremely difficult feat. Even a professionally trained expert like A Ning could only burst out of the way for a moment, and when faced with a rain of arrows, she still had to use Wu Xie as a shield.
If Zhang Qiling himself had blocked that barrage of arrows, he could have emerged unscathed as well, but he could not have done it as effortlessly as Mr. Fang had.
That made Mr. Fang's identity worth investigating. What kind of person possessed such skills? Had he really entered this Underwater Tomb merely for amusement?
And looking back, had their two chance encounters at sea really been chance encounters?
Zhang Qiling