"What do I mean? I merely hope you'll cooperate with me, so everyone can be spared some trouble!"
Unconcerned by Fu Yan's anger, Diao Xiong lightly raised his wine cup.
"And if I refuse?" Fu Yan raised his brows.
Having reached the peak of the Heaven-Slaying Realm and comprehended five hundred Great Daos, Fu Yan was certainly not someone afraid of death.
"Don't refuse just yet. Look at these three—perhaps there are even some old acquaintances among them!"
"Old acquaintances?"
Fu Yan froze. He looked at the three before him, and his face immediately filled with astonishment.
"Gao Xuan? Didn't you tell me last time that you were going to make your way in Jade City? Why are you here?"
"Wang Yi, your wife was killed by people from the Qingyang Sect. You always said you could never live under the same sky as the Qingyang Sect. How did you..."
"Zhou Tao, when I saw you ten years ago, you were brimming with heroic spirit, saying you were going to make your way in a great sect. You stayed here too? What exactly happened?"
Gao Xuan, Wang Yi, and Zhou Tao were all Slanting Moon Ironclad Guards. Though they had not taken the assessment in the same batch as Fu Yan, they knew one another. He had once assumed that they had gone to seek their fortunes in larger cities and farther places. He never expected them to remain in Desert City, much less that they had all submitted to the Qingyang Sect.
Wang Yi in particular had the blood feud of his wife's murder with the Qingyang Sect. He had racked his brains trying to avenge her. How had he not only failed to take revenge, but even become a member of the Qingyang Sect?
"Fu Yan, stop resisting.