Ren Feifan got out of the car, his brows furrowed, troubled by the recent incident where his body had been controlled.
He wasn't afraid of the soul that controlled his body; it was the unknown that scared him!
So, he didn't notice the people approaching from behind.
Even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have cared much, since he was on his own territory. Did he really need to take action himself?
"Hey, kid, stop right there!"
Shen Linxue's icy voice rose, laced with a hint of anger!
When Ren Feifan heard the voice behind him, he instinctively stopped walking, the thoughts in his mind scattering as he reflexively looked towards the woman not far away.
Was this not the woman who had just been slapped?
How did she end up chasing him to the Holy Gate?
Was she insane?
She was like a persistent adhesive plaster.
And what was with the group of people behind her? By their looks, they seemed intent on starting a fight?
To fight at the Holy Gate?
Had these people lost their minds?
