"You villain, slaughtering people from Huaining Hall, if you escape, where's my face?"
As Xue Ai fled, a distant, yet powerful and aged voice resounded.
On the rooftop of a distant street, Chang Weibao let out a long howl, his eyes filled with murderous intent. With the wind beneath his feet, he locked onto Xue Ai and pursued him swiftly.
"I've been plotted against, and now someone's after me," Xue Ai pondered, his gaze sweeping over Chang Weibao, "Unfamiliar with people and places here, there might be another ambush, better to escape first."
Xue Ai had no intention of battling, his speed underfoot increased.
One fled while the other pursued, quickly disappearing into the street.
"That person was too arrogant just now, wielding a knife in public, killing recklessly—he's simply a madman."
"Yes, isn't that so? I was just there earlier; if I hadn't run fast, I'd have been an unjust ghost too," someone remarked with lingering fear.
