"Not good! Feng Wuchen is trying to escape!"
"He disappeared! How is that possible!"
"Can't sense his aura! Where did he go?"
In the blink of an eye, Feng Wuchen vanished without a trace, catching them off guard.
"His movement technique is truly exceptional. That kid hasn't run far yet, let's split up and chase him! He must be heading to Moyun City." The Five-Star man's voice was dark and angry. He couldn't accept that the cooked duck had flown away.
The Five-Star man's analysis was indeed accurate. Most people, when in danger or fleeing, will escape in directions or to places advantageous to them.
Yet Feng Wuchen was not heading to Moyun City, but was flying deeper into the mountains.
After the disciples of Luo Hun Hall left, a group of people appeared, invisible to others.
This group was none other than Saint Cloud Hall's young master Chu Zhentian and several disciples of the Divine Spirit Realm.
"Young master, should we pursue?" a disciple asked.
