Before, the green-robed man from Mount Putuo stood beside Ye Zhong, a flash of coldness passing through his gaze as he looked at Shen Luo.
"You were following me! How could that be possible?" Xie Yuxin's eyes widened, finding it somewhat unbelievable.
"Our Bishui Sect's methods are not something that mere freelance cultivators like you can fathom." A somewhat bald, blue-robed big man snorted coldly, speaking in a tone of mockery.
This man had a small, emerald-green bag hanging around his waist, which occasionally bulged and squirmed, as if something alive was contained within.
Shen Luo's gaze drifted over, briefly lingering on the small bag at the man's waist, a thoughtful expression flashing across his face.
"Young man, you run fast. The people I arranged couldn't keep up with you. If it hadn't been for the fact that we discovered you and this little lass entering the market together, you really would have escaped." Ye Zhong ignored Xie Yuxin, his eyes only on Shen Luo.
