In Anli City, both humans and supernatural creatures alike were searching for Chu Hao's whereabouts.
Especially after witnessing Chu Hao bluffing with borrowed authority, their concerns dissipated, as if whoever found him first would obtain the True Word Brush.
It was already one o'clock in the morning, a pitch-black night illuminated by the bright moonlight.
A man standing two meters tall walked through the darkness, his footsteps heavy, his cloth shoes squeaking with each step.
On the back of the man's neck appeared a ghastly white face, as if fused to his neck, its pitch-black, empty eyes staring fixedly into the night.
The man had been trailing the scent all the way here, sniffing the air as he went.
Suddenly, the man's body shook as he caught a whiff of an extremely tempting aroma, making him salivate profusely.
In the old district, he moved swiftly, leaping from one rooftop to another. Despite his tall frame, he was as agile as an ape.
