Every time Yuan Ming thought of Elder Hu Huo, he could hardly contain his rage.
The man was, after all, an official representative of Biluo Cave, yet for some unspeakable reason, he colluded with Kun Tu in an attempt to harm a mere Fur Beast Slave, which was downright despicable.
"Over here!" As he was thinking, he suddenly heard a sharp call from above.
Yuan Ming looked up to see through the gaps in the dense forest canopy a black shadow circling high above, with a silhouette standing on it, holding a cylindrical magic artifact to its eye, looking down at him.
"Hu Huo!" Yuan Ming cursed under his breath, quickly leaping down from the tree trunk and plunging into the bushes, continuing his run deeper into the Ten Thousand Mountains.
This time, he didn't even have time to leave marks; he had given up on the idea of returning. He ran blindly, like a headless fly, with no clear destination in mind.
