A few moments earlier, Cai Zhi was flying as fast as she could, occasionally glancing back to check if Wang Ming was following her. To her relief, she did not see any sign of Wang Ming pursuing her.
"Damn, that bastard is probably concealing his cultivation," Cai Zhi muttered darkly. She was certain the cultivation Wang Ming had shown was fake; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to kill her comrades so easily.
"I need to regroup with the others quickly," she murmured, cold sweat dripping from her forehead as she pushed her beast to full speed.
After flying for a few minutes, she finally saw a large group of cultivators ready to confront the pale-looking City Lord and his followers. Ignoring them, she flew toward the larger group and overheard the chatter.
"Haha, look at them! They're cowering like losers," a bandit said, sneering at the group opposite them.
