Jeming returned to the old town, feeling slightly regretful.
The gaze behind him had followed him for three streets, crossed two intersections, passed by a gas lamppost, and suddenly disappeared at the corner of Seventh Street.
Jeming didn't look back, but his Spiritual Power caught the reason.
Two people had helped him resolve the "trouble."
They were familiar faces to Jeming, the two who had been on duty at the Spirit Communicator Association lately.
They emerged from a dark alleyway, swift and silent, without any unnecessary noise.
Those who intended to ambush Jeming didn't even have time to retaliate, just a few short muffled sounds, and the gazes sticking to his back snapped one by one.
However, those unfortunate ones were not killed, it seemed they were taken away.
Jeming's passive perception could distinguish the disappearance and movement of life signs.
