Luo Chen felt a tightness in his chest and whispered to Zhao Dongfang, "Someone is following us, let's move quickly." Zhao Dongfang was taken aback, his brows furrowing, "I didn't sense anyone tracking us." Luo Chen didn't bother to explain further, grabbing Zhao Dongfang and quickening their pace towards the inn.
However, the bustling streets of Nadas City were packed with people, and before they could run far, that chilling aura rapidly closed in, bringing with it an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Get out of the way!" Luo Chen shouted, pushing a suddenly pale Zhao Dongfang aside. But he himself was fiercely struck by a shadow and knocked to the ground, tumbling several times through the air before landing heavily.
