As the words left his mouth, Feng Xue felt something brush against his leg, a sign that Chen Xiyao heard him.
Feng Xue gathered a breath of True Qi, circulated his Mixed Element Inner Power throughout his body, and with Breath Concealment complementing the Assassin's Step, he seemed to turn into a wisp of ghostly light, merging into the shadows. Despite wearing a white robe, he didn't stand out in the slightest.
Chen Xiyao, who had been tightly watching Feng Xue, suddenly lost track of him. With a sinking feeling in her heart, she forcibly perked up her spirit and shuffled forward in small steps, carrying a cardboard box toward the room that she wasn't very familiar with, yet felt strangely connected to by some force.
For Feng Xue now, two hundred meters was not a long distance at all. In the blink of an eye, he had closed the gap to about fifty meters.
