'Interesting...'
After slaying the Yaksha Ghost, Zhuang Li turned to look in Zhao Xuanqi's direction.
WHOOSH!
A shadow burst from a side window, its toes tapping lightly as it leaped onto the wall. A voice echoed, "Those ghoulish things are about to swarm us. This is no place to talk. Follow me."
Then, the figure dropped down from the wall.
Zhuang Li frowned slightly. She called out mentally but received no response. Then, she sensed the movement of Evil Spirits nearby. Her expression changed, and she hesitated no longer. She swiped her hand to erase the Technique, concealed her aura, and with a light push of her toes, pursued Zhao Xuanqi's departing figure.
After running for a few minutes, Zhao Xuanqi landed in another deserted courtyard.
TAP!
A soft landing sound came from behind him. Zhao Xuanqi turned just in time to see the hem of the woman's robe settle.
"You're from the Red Heart Sect? What is this place?"
