Mercer left the Luo Family with mixed emotions and found Chu Han. At this moment, he did not know whether he should be happy or not—regretting that they had arrived a step too late and let the Luo Family's direct bloodline escape, yet thankful that the two sides had not clashed, or their fates would have been uncertain.
After listening to Mercer, Chu Han's expression did not change at all, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Mercer asked, "What do we do now? Cancel the plan?"
Chu Han turned back and stared fixedly at Mercer, his gaze seeming able to see through everything. Then, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
He said, "Why cancel it? I know where they are."
Mercer froze. "Where? Even the Luo Family's peripheral members don't know. How could you?"
Chu Han tapped his temple. "I know more than they do. We need to hurry. We might be able to intercept the Luo Family on the way."
"Are you kidding?!" Mercer said in shock. "How could we possibly be faster than the Luo Family?"
Chu Han's smile brightened. "A Mysterious Family moving house will definitely have a lot of things to transport."
Mercer was stunned, then smacked his own forehead hard. "Langya is best at circling behind and cutting off supply lines. I almost forgot that Langya's tactics all carry your style."
Three days later, on the northeastern coast of China, the two stood on seaside reefs, staring at the distant coastline for over an hour.
Mercer was shivering from the cold, feeling as though his blood was about to freeze solid. His lips had already turned purple. Over the past three days, he had followed Chu Han eastward without stopping, crossing mountains and ridges as though racing death itself.
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