"Feng San escaped?"
Cangsong Taoist was a little surprised, but his eyes held a hint of schadenfreude.
When he learned that Fa Ding was also coming to Dingzhou, he lost all interest in the matters here and stopped asking about them.
Fatong naturally saw through Cangsong Taoist's thoughts, so he hadn't asked Cangsong Taoist to intervene during the crackdown on the Cao Bang.
Since Monk Fatong had handled this matter alone from start to finish, even if the Celestial Profound Sect decided to assign blame, they would only punish the Buddhist sect.
As a member of the Daoist Sect, Cangsong Taoist was naturally happy to watch the show.
"Yes."
Fatong nodded, his face dark.
He had already scoured the surrounding mountains and forests but still couldn't find any sign of Feng San or the short, stocky man.
Cangsong Taoist asked curiously, "Who was it that rescued Feng San?"
"I don't know. All I know is that it was a master of fist techniques."
'Fist techniques...'
