It was certain that Fu Wei was not in the city, which meant he was outside it.
Only after half an hour did Lu Ye find traces of Fu Wei on a Floating Land outside the city.
The sight before him left Lu Ye with a strange expression.
Fu Wei was stark naked, not a thread on him. He had assumed the posture of someone bound up, whimpering through his mouth as he writhed incessantly like a maggot. His discarded clothes lay scattered all over the ground.
The moment he saw Lu Ye, his face flushed red, and he hurriedly shot him a pleading look.
But the key was that he had merely posed in a bow-shaped bound position—nothing was actually restraining him!
"Mmff, mmff..." Fu Wei twisted his body and tilted his head, signaling for Lu Ye to save him.
"What are you doing?" Lu Ye could not make heads or tails of it. What sort of stunt was this kid pulling, running out here for no reason to play around?
"Mmff, mmff..."
Lu Ye revealed a thoughtful look and stepped forward to examine him closely. It had to be said that although Fu Wei was a man, his skin was fair and tender. One glance was enough to tell he had not suffered much hardship.
He suddenly raised a hand and slapped Fu Wei hard, shouting, "Release!"
Dao force surged, though in truth he did nothing at all.
Yet Fu Wei abruptly broke free of that restrained state. He leapt to his feet and could speak again, hurriedly saying, "Senior Brother, I fell for a trap! That wasn't Huan Qing!"
Lu Ye shot him a sidelong glance. "What trap did you fall for..."
"While we were walking together just now, Huan Qing suddenly pulled me over here, saying