"Snow Eagle Castle?!"
Fang Shuwen considered this for a moment, then said apologetically,
"My apologies. I only know of Sword God Palace. I've never heard of any Snow Eagle Castle."
"You..."
The leader's face filled with terror, but in the next instant, Fang Shuwen's force had already pierced his skull.
He flicked his gaze upward, looking at the two men still holding Long Qingzhi down.
The two men were scared out of their wits. They subconsciously let go and turned to flee.
But then their vision blurred, and suddenly, Fang Shuwen was standing before them.
"Where are you two off to?"
Before they could answer, Fang Shuwen grabbed their heads and smashed them together.
CRACK!
Two bodies slumped to the ground.
Fang Shuwen clapped the dust from his hands, then suddenly remembered something.
"Oh no, my fish!"
He hurried back to the campfire and inspected it carefully before breathing a sigh of relief.
"Good, it's not burnt."
