"..."
She didn't flee straight along the wide main road.
Instead, with tears forced back, Xiao Ling darted toward the remote mountain forest.
This was experience the old man had once taught her: dense jungle could cover many things, including a fleeing back and the footprints left along the way.
If the attacker this time had been an ordinary person, or even an ordinary Demigod…
Xiao Ling would have been able to rely on the experience her grandpa passed down to finally escape alive.
Unfortunately, her opponent this time was no mortal; such common tricks were completely useless.
If not for Li Boyang's presence, the man wouldn't even have bothered using these "cumbersome" conventional methods at all.
Whoosh!
The familiar cold wind swept through the forested mountain.
The next second, the man's figure appeared directly in front of Xiao Ling.
