"I'm fine," his senior brother whispered. "Go, quickly."
Qin Fang was decisive. With a nod, he turned and sprinted away without a word.
In the blink of an eye, he had vanished.
Watching his junior brother's speed, a sharp glint flashed in Zhou Xing's eyes. 'So fast!'
'He really has reached the Anjin realm!'
To move so silently... A Mingjin Martial Artist could never manage that.
Just then, angry shouts came from within the city gate. The next moment, someone had thrown the gate wide open.
Zhou Xing calmly turned his head to see a group of city guards lighting torches. Walking in their midst was none other than An Changyu.
An Changyu's gaze was fiery. He quickly swept his eyes over the gate area, and then his brow furrowed...
Other than Zhou Xing, there was no one else in sight!
An Changyu's gaze finally settled on Zhou Xing's face.
Zhou Xing wore a look of surprise. "An Shouzheng? What wind blew you here?"
