The vehicles had been driving for half an hour when traffic started to jam up ahead. The big trucks pulled over to the side, and quite a few drivers were lingering by the roadside.
Seeing the situation, the driver simply turned off the engine and got out, heading to a restaurant nearby to eat—there was no way he'd be moving anytime soon.
The Taoist sitting in the back of the truck suddenly opened his eyes, his eyelids twitching slightly.
His expression grew grim as he took out a Silver Mirror Compass, dripped a drop of fresh blood onto it, and watched as the needle spun madly. He let out a silent sigh.
So fast—when did he get spotted?
Without hesitation, he jumped out of the truck, landing on the ground.
He shook out his Taoist robe, stomped hard on the ground three times, formed a spell seal with his fingers, and drew a rune on the dirt. Then, moving like a wraith, shoulders unmoving and legs blurring with speed, he dashed like the wind into the roadside forest.
