Feng Tian chuckled and slowed down his movements. He asked coldly, "Who sent you to follow us all the way?"
"No one... instructed me. It was me..."
The man had difficulty breathing. His teeth were chattering, and his entire face was distorted. He begged again, "It's so uncomfortable... Spare me..."
Feng Tian had a smile on his face, but there was no warmth in his eyes. He looked at him indifferently, as if he was looking at a dead man. "Why do you want to kill us?"
The man panted heavily. He couldn't even finish his sentence. He said intermittently, "Someone... spread... your... information..."
Feng Tian retracted his hand and said coldly, "What do you mean? What's going on?"
The man breathed heavily for a moment. He waited until the discomfort on his body had subsided before he continued.
