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Swish!

The longsword was drawn from its scabbard.

A shallow cut appeared on Fang Shan's neck.

Fang Shan was scared stiff. He felt his neck, relieved his head was still attached, and then he knelt on the ground with a thud, his face ashen, kowtowing like pounding garlic: "Sect Leader, spare my life, Sect Leader, spare my life..."

Duge looked at the wound on his neck, which was not healing, and let out a sigh of relief. He spoke indifferently, "Get up. Let's talk business. I don't take kindly to people playing tricks on me. Consider this a minor punishment."

"Thank you, Sect Master Wang," Fang Shan stood back up, trembling and sweating profusely.

Duge sat down on a chair and asked, "How many days has it been since your son left?"

Fang Shan replied, "It has been at least five days!"

Duge fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Did you send someone to follow him?"