Feng Yin was crystal clear.
There were four Bronze Badge assassins from the Heavenly Judge, hot on the trail, in relentless pursuit; Ma Sanqian fled all the way, though unsettled, but always managed to dodge dangers deftly. What does that indicate?
Obviously, he still had strength to spare, still had hidden ability, ready to deal with the Bronze Badge assassins that could spring out at any time.
This was an experience tempered by a veteran of the Jianghu.
No matter the circumstances, always reserve a trump card for yourself.
When this trump card shows up, that's the real moment of desperate struggle.
At such a time, Feng Yin naturally won't make a move.
He just follows from a distance, neither too fast nor too slow, neither too close nor too far.
Close enough to see the situation clearly, yet far enough not to be left behind.
The surroundings were plunged into deep night.
Feng Yin believed he was by no means the only one following this plan.
