Undeclining Flesh

Chen Fei turned to look at Ling HanJun and found that Ling HanJun felt nothing at all from that fluctuation.

Chen Fei's expression remained unchanged as he rode to the foot of Guanzhou Mountain and looked up toward the mountainside. The mist there had not changed in the slightest from before, as though that fluctuation had merely been an illusion.

Ling HanJun glanced at Chen Fei and waited for him to give the order.

"Up the mountain!"

Leaving the horses behind, Chen Fei's figure flashed as he raced toward the mountainside. Ling HanJun did not dare delay and hurried after him.

In mere moments, Ling HanJun could no longer see Chen Fei's figure. His steps faltered slightly, his face filled with struggle.

If he wanted to run, now should have been the best opportunity. But when he thought of the overwhelming strength Chen Fei had displayed earlier, as well as the fact that most of his own strength was currently sealed, Ling HanJun ultimately let out a sigh.

If Chen Fei dared let someone vanish from his sight, he surely had means to hold them firmly in the palm of his hand.

Back when Ling HanJun had been a bandit chief himself, he had possessed no shortage of methods to restrain his subordinates, making them obedient and docile, not daring to harbor divided loyalties.

Ling HanJun knew Chen Fei surely had similar methods. Having fallen into Chen Fei's hands, he could not escape.

A quarter of an hour later, Ling HanJun spotted Chen Fei halfway up the mountain. Chen Fei stood before the mist with his eyes closed, as if sensing the fog ahead.

Ling HanJun carefully approached Chen Fei's side, not daring to make a sound.

"Come. Follow me inside."

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