Tang Ye just stood there, quietly watching the figure performing in the distance. His pause might have lasted several minutes, or perhaps several hours, but no matter how long he stayed, the "silhouette" running ahead didn't become blurry due to the distance. It was as clear now as it was before he stopped.
It seemed that the other party would move only if he did, and their speed matched his own. Could it be that there was actually no need at all for him to chase after this guy? But Tang Ye didn't know what the bizarre "silhouette" meant—was it luring him into a trap, or guiding him to the right place?
Unable to be sure, he refrained from any rash action.
After watching for a while, Tang Ye glanced back at the door and considered returning. But then he looked once more at the silhouette, which seemed to be fruitlessly running on the spot, like an ordinary person desperately trying to escape from trouble yet powerless to do so.
