On the street.
Bang!
The two of them fell to the ground again. It was unknown how many times they had fallen. They struggled to get up and continued to escape.
Old Lu subconsciously looked over. The rain was too heavy to see anything. However, the two people must still be behind him. He asked in panic," How long will it take?"
Qian An was still wary of him and didn't give him a precise location.
It was these two words again. Old Lu was furious. He gritted his teeth tightly, but there was nothing he could do.
After a while.
Two disciples from the Ethereal Sky Sect caught up. They were called Zhu Xuechen and Wei Yijian. They held long swords in their hands. The blood on the swords had already been washed clean by the rain. They circulated their movement techniques and walked as fast as they could. They were like two ghosts that shuttled through the night, closing the distance between the two of them.
