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Luo Ping's eyes suddenly froze, and an ice-cold voice cut in abruptly. "No!"
He whipped his gaze up toward Cheng Wenge above. "You... how are you here?!"
From the incident at Heaven Dou Chen Estate until today, only three days had passed.
The Chen Clan's lair was in Fasinuo Province, ten thousand li away. Even if the message had been sent at the first possible moment, even if they had flown through the air without stopping day or night...
Luo Ping's words poured over the fire in Luo Derun's heart like ice water, and the dead, boiling shadows suddenly stalled.
That was right!
Cheng Wenge, perched high on the rocky summit, let out a derisive laugh. "Is that so hard to guess?"
His finger pointed toward the far end of Monkey Mountain, toward the layers upon layers of dark-green mountains stretching deep into the clouds and mist. "Past this Monkey Mountain lies the Heaven Spirit Mountain Range. Break through there..."
His gaze shifted to the hazy mountain shadows even farther away. "And you reach Toske Province."
"You went through all this effort fleeing this way because you wanted to use that region to slip back to the rat hole beneath the Eastern Great Rift Valley, didn't you?"
Though Cheng Wenge had misunderstood, it was like a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing through the greatest doubt in the hearts of Luo Derun and his nephew—why they had been blocked on the road ahead.
It was all because the general direction of their escape route... had been predicted.
Luo Ping's pupils trembled violently, shrinking to pinpricks. Without the slightest hesitation, he shouted, "They're stalling for time! Fourth Uncle, retreat!"
The instant the word "retreat" rang through the narrow