After a good while, the muscular man's blue luminescence gradually retracted, and his breath had completely stabilized.
It appeared that his injuries had partly recovered.
The moment he regained consciousness, he immediately kneeled on the ground.
"This humble one, Lai Kuan, thanks the Immortal Master for sparing my life!"
Fang Yun shook his head at him: "Whether you can keep your life still depends on your performance, so stop wasting words and quickly clarify everything regarding the Blood Sea Martial Artists!"
"Yes, yes, I'll speak now," Lai Kuan quickly nodded his head in agreement.
Then, he carefully suggested: "But, if you may see fit, should we find a clean place to sit down and discuss this properly?"
While he was talking, Lai Kuan glanced around the environment, hinting to Fang Yun that this place was indeed not suitable for conversation.
In fact, the main reason was that due to the commotion here, more and more gang members had gathered around.
