"That's not what you meant? Then what exactly did you mean?"
Once again, Zhu Fei interrupted the yellow-faced cultivator before he could finish speaking.
The yellow-faced cultivator and his companions all showed signs of anger on their faces.
They really hadn't expected this young man before them to be so ungrateful.
Who did he think he was? Did he really believe that they were easy to talk to and had good tempers?
Were it not for the fact that fighting at this small city platform was strictly forbidden, the yellow-faced cultivator and his companions might have already lost their patience.
"Fellow Daoist, please cooperate with us. We are responsible for capturing the two people on this wanted poster. We need to verify your identity, please provide something that can prove who you are, otherwise..."
The yellow-faced cultivator didn't finish his sentence, but he believed Zhu Fei understood the implication in his words.
