"Since you knew who I was, why did you send people to capture me?" Yin Fan asked in puzzlement.
In Yin Fan's eyes, although he was neither a sect elder nor a powerful figure from an aristocratic clan, his actual standing was scarcely any different.
The Heavenly Origin Association was itself a second-tier power ranked just below the ten great sects, with a place among the foremost powers of the entire Spirit-Taming World. His grandfather and father were both renowned experts.
He did not believe an ordinary person would knowingly provoke him.
"Who you are? Aren't you a white dragon dressed as a fish, joining the war as a rogue cultivator to temper yourself?" Fang Qianyuan said with a half-smile. "I could just as well consider the man I captured an ordinary rogue cultivator."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Yin Fan's face at those words, mingled with shame and anger.
He had indeed appeared here for precisely the reason Fang Qianyuan had given: he had slipped away in disguise, a white dragon dressed as a fish.
Even if he had sneaked out, he should have returned after enjoying himself for a while. Yet he was still roaming about as a rogue cultivator, plainly playing the pig to devour the tiger.
His elders had only allowed it because they felt there was no harm in letting him temper himself and broaden his horizons.
Ordinary rogue cultivators naturally could not handle him. Thanks to intelligence and careful arrangements, he had also deftly avoided Earth Rank Experts who might become his enemies. But none of this worked against the Xiao Clan, another second-tier power. Its foundations ran even deeper than those of the Yin family. With a few maneuvers, it had found a pretext to hold up the secret protectors assigned by