Chung Jingfeng swiftly drove out to a desolate hill about twenty kilometers outside of Dengfeng City.
Zhang Han looked back and saw no one following, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Feng, it seems we finally managed to ditch that woman. Rightfully so, we were driving so fast that we were practically flying. I'd say, it would be odd if she did manage to each us!"
"Look ahead!" Chung Jingfeng said, his face grave.
Zhang Han was confused: could it be that the woman had actually managed to catch up?
Unless it was a nightmare!
But when Zhang Han looked forward, he jumped out of his skin.
"Oh my gosh! It... it's like a nightmare. She indeed caught up. I didn't even see her driving. Feng, this is ridiculous!" Zhang Han despaired.
Sure enough, the woman disguised as Ling Xiang earlier was now sitting on a crooked willow tree up ahead, swinging as though it was a swing.
