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?"