Fang Xing left the city with Chu Ci at four in the morning to be on the safe side.
As they left the inn, the City of Appointed General grew rather lively. On the roofs and within the alleyways, a countless number of silhouettes focused their attention on him and followed along close behind. The cultivation levels of this group of people were all different—some in Spirit Stage, others in Foundation Stage—but their chilling gazes were all directed towards Fang Xing and Chu Ci from far. They followed the pair out of the city like a pack of hungry wolves while their murderous intent stirred up the peaceful night sky.
