Shuofang Si looked down at her, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "I know you. Zhao Yingkong, from the Zhao family, right?"
Zhao Yingkong frowned and immediately leaped aside, her hands hanging at her sides as her whole body tensed.
Her eyes turned cold and sharp. Even Zheng Zha, standing several meters away, instinctively took half a step back at the aura she gave off.
The sudden tension between them drew everyone's attention.
Shuofang Si paid it no mind. Watching Zhao Yingkong bristle like a kitten, he found her amusing and kept provoking her.
"I know that Zhao Zhui Kong guy too. You really have had it rough."
"You! You know him? Where is he? Tell me!"
Zhao Yingkong grew agitated. That name instantly brought all her lethal edge to the surface.
She stared fixedly at Shuofang Si, leaning slightly forward, as though she would attack immediately if he refused to speak.
Shuofang Si shook his head with a smile. "What good would knowing do you? You're still far too weak."
The moment he finished speaking, Zhao Yingkong moved.
She was astonishingly fast, leaving little more than an afterimage in almost everyone's eyes. At some point, a length of steel wire so thin it was almost invisible had appeared in her hand.
With his strength, Shuofang Si could easily identify it as the steel wire ninjas in the Naruto World used to set traps. She had taken it to use as a weapon.
She flashed behind Shuofang Si and flicked the wire straight toward his chest. She had no intention of killing him. Where else would she find out Zhao Zhui Kong's whereabouts?
But she had clearly underestimated him. Shuofang Si did not even turn his head. He simply reached behind himself and held out a finger.
The steel