Wang Xi turned and headed back.
At first he walked, but soon he was running.
He wasn't afraid.
He just wanted to get back to the martial arts hall for a good night's sleep.
'I just arrived and I'm already running into trouble. You're really something else, Profound Mysterious World,'
Wang Xi thought.
Kaos detected nothing, and the frog's eyes couldn't see any heartbeats. He had no idea what that funeral procession was, but it was far too uncanny.
As he passed the mouth of the alley, Wang Xi's pupils contracted. He broke into a full sprint—not a single one of the scattered pieces of joss paper could be found.
Not even a speck of ash!
Wang Xi covered the twenty-minute walk in just a few minutes.
He didn't see a single person the entire way.
Eerily quiet.
Wang Xi finally reached the main street where the Huo Family Martial Arts Hall was located. In the distance, he could faintly make out the newly rehung sign.
But just at this moment.
