Fang Bai's movement technique speed was more than twice as fast as Nangong Ming's. With just a few leaps and bounds, he had closed the distance between them to within thirty meters.
While Nangong Ming was racing through the air, he suddenly had a premonition and turned his head to look, just in time to see Fang Bai rapidly approaching him. It was as if he had seen a ghost—his eyes bulged in terror, and his soul seemed to flee his body.
"Hadn't he already returned to Yanjing City? How could he appear here? Could it be... he predicted that I would ambush Wang Miaomiao? Pretending to go back to Yanjing City was a feint, luring me into action was his real intention? I'm seriously injured; my combat power is reduced by half. His appearance at this time..."
Cold sweat "swooshed" out of Nangong Ming. He didn't dare to think further, quickly took out several elixirs from his bosom, swallowed them, then exerted force on his feet and bolted desperately.
