Fang Baishi stood frozen where he was, his face filled with shock and disbelief.
His first instinct was to turn and run.
Yet after saying just one sentence, Su Qingyang seemed to pay Fang Baishi no further attention. He gathered a pile of firewood, brought back a beast, and prepared to set it over the fire for roasting.
Fang Baishi fell silent for a moment. Watching Su Qingyang busy himself with his own affairs in the distance, the terror in his eyes gradually faded, replaced little by little by apology and gratitude.
Then Fang Baishi took a deep breath and walked to a spot thirty meters away from Su Qingyang.
He clasped his fists in both hands and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, benefactor, for saving my life."
"This junior failed to recognize Mount Tai."
"I was even blinded by evil thoughts!"
"Not only did I fail to appreciate benefactor's life-saving grace, I instead fled for my life. I am deeply ashamed!"
As he spoke, he was about to bow again.
But then Fang Baishi felt an immense force envelop him. It carried him slowly through the air to the opposite side of Su Qingyang, where he was set down to sit.
Fang Baishi was stunned at first, then endless emotion and amazement appeared in his eyes. Only a grandmaster could wield such methods.
If a grandmaster truly wished to capture him, then no matter how many mechanisms and tricks he had hidden away, even if he exhausted everything he had, there would not be the slightest chance of escape.
Once he understood this, he relaxed.
At that moment, Su Qingyang was busy roasting meat. Ten enormous skewers had been placed on the grill.
As the flames rose, scorching meat fat began to drip down onto the charcoal, producing a sizzling