"Do not be hasty, Daoist brothers!"
Han Shan chuckled lightly and said, "Although this young man is quite fast, he absolutely won't escape my tracking. Just follow me, and I assure you that your wishes shall be fulfilled!"
"Oh?"
One of the women, who had the appearance of a beautiful young married woman, looked at him in surprise after hearing his words, "Brother Han actually has such confidence. Could it be that you have placed a tracking mark on the lad, or left some Poison Insects on him, enabling you to easily pursue him?"
"Hehe, Lady Huarui jests. Poison is a practice of the heretical path. My Han family, being a lineage of a reputable and orthodox Sect, would not stoop to using such methods."
Han Shan shook his head before continuing, "As for a Magic Mark, that's even less likely.
Daoist Fellow Qin has formidable strength — even faced with him alone, I do not have the slightest chance of victory, how could I possibly leave a mark on him without him noticing!"
