Fang Zhen stared at West for a moment.
Fang Zhen wasn't particularly surprised by West's request.
Even if a reliable source had sent word, for the people of the Curse Seal World, these Curse Sealers lived on the knife's edge of survival.
They trusted their own swords more than anyone else's words. No matter what they heard, they had to see it with their own eyes and use their blades to gauge their opponent's true strength before they would believe it.
If Fang Zhen wanted to directly increase his status and influence in Lanxi City—the Curse Sealers' main base—he really would have to display his power.
Fang Zhen vaulted off his Red Hare Warhorse with one hand, his body executing a nimble half-twist over the steed.
Ever since his constitution had improved, Fang Zhen found that his flexibility and balance had both increased by a huge margin, even without any specific training.
