Wang Anfeng had no idea what the man before him was thinking. Originally, he had taken him for just an ordinary thief, but when the mystical smoke came in, he sensed something was amiss.
What kind of thief would use such a potent sleeping drug?
It was enough to cause quite a reaction in his Mixed Yuan Skill.
With suspicions arising in his heart, he lightly touched the blade of his short knife to Liang Jingxuan's throat and asked,
"What are you here for?"
Liang Jingxuan had already been scared out of his wits, especially because the blade was waving in front of him, which is why he didn't dare to speak loudly and lowered his voice.
He then clearly informed Wang Anfeng of his identity, how he had come across the notice at the Fire Refining Sect, and why he had come here. Anfeng's face remained unchanged, but he was already seventy percent convinced and reflexively stuck the short knife into the ground.