Fang Guangjun's "Fellow Traveler"

Zhang Ming took a few light steps forward and reached out to seize the immobilized Fang Guangjun.

His eyes were now filled with boundless terror. Other than repeatedly croaking, "You... you...," his throat could produce nothing else. With a flicker of his body, Li Yan vanished without a trace.

Before long, at the end of a secluded fork in the road, Zhang Ming threw Fang Guangjun onto the ground inside a burial chamber.

"Answer what I asked just now. You do not have much time—roughly the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea. When that time comes, even if a Nascent Soul cultivator arrives, poison will flare up in you, and you will surely die."

After speaking, Li Yan stood there with his hands clasped behind his back and did not press him further.

"You... you are a poison cultivator. You... who exactly are you?"

Only now did Fang Guangjun begin to recover somewhat. The other party had not even moved a finger, yet he had completely lost all his spiritual power and divine abilities.

"You could say that."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ming actually answered him. Fang Guangjun had long suspected as much, but hearing the answer from the other party's own mouth filled him with even greater panic.

At last, he understood the meaning behind the other party's words: "You were too close to me!" Had he known the other party was a poison cultivator, he would not have gone near him even if beaten to death.

But at the time, who would have cared about a minor cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Condensation?

"Hehehe. It seems you are still not in a hurry. Does your heartbeat feel heavier and heavier, slower and slower?"

After answering him, Zhang Ming suddenly gave a soft, cold laugh.