"Do you recognize this dagger? Situ Xin told me it's a treasure of her clan, one that only the Clan Leader can possess. It's also a symbol of their position!"
Zhou Fan ignored the middle-aged man's curses and insults, instead brandishing the blue-sheathed dagger in his hand.
Sure enough, the moment he saw the dagger, the middle-aged man's eyes widened—not with resentment this time, but with shock and disbelief.
"Who exactly are you?" a moment later, the middle-aged man demanded grimly as he stared at Zhou Fan once more.
"Are you an idiot? Can you say something useful? Didn't I already tell you my name is Zhou Fan, and I'm a friend of Situ Xin's?" Zhou Fan's impatience grew. He casually tapped the man, unblocking the acupoints he had just sealed and making the pain vanish.
