Gazing at the jade slip and talisman paper in his hand, Liang Hui's eyes revealed a trace of understanding.
Before he even took a step forward to run, he sensed several presences rapidly approaching.
'It seems there are other methods of notification.'
Liang Hui murmured to himself.
He started moving, no longer cautious about concealing his presence, and charged at full strength in the direction of Qingzhou.
He did not believe that the followers of the Red Lotus Sect would chase him into Qingzhou.
Trees and rocks kept flashing by.
The several presences behind him were getting farther and farther away, and he was about to step into Qingzhou.
A figure in a green robe stood ahead, a young man with a gentle face and a soft smile.
"Sir, the Heng Sect has sealed off this area, please leave," he said.
His tone was gentle, but the arrogance in it was barely concealed.
Liang Hui, feeling the several presences behind him, not only did not slow down but sped up even more.
