He attempted to head in the direction where the gray mist flowed, but he had only taken a few steps.
"Tap, tap..."
Suddenly, a series of faint footsteps came from within the gray mist.
Ronan immediately stopped, his spiritual power swiftly sweeping towards the direction where the footsteps were coming from.
Nothing, there was absolutely nothing.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The footsteps sounded again from another direction.
Ronan's spiritual power swept across, but again found nothing.
"Tap, tap.." "Tap, tap.." "Tap, tap, tap.."
The footsteps continued to resound.
They were fleeting and unpredictable, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow.
He could never know where they would appear next.
But the source of the sound was getting closer and closer to Ronan, as if someone was constantly changing positions, quickly approaching him.
When the sound appeared within twenty meters of Ronan, he finally heard it clearly.
The footsteps were light and delicate, presumably a woman's voice.
