Seeing the beggar-like youth instantly change his expression, Su Buwang smelt a rat and began to run away without a word.

But before he could leave by flying his sword, he felt that his neck got tight, and the scenery on his both sides quickly recede. Less than the time of a breath, he was taken back to the bonfire.

“Why do you run? You haven’t got rid of the cold pneuma in your body.”

There was anger in the beggar-like youth’s voice, and a ...