Looking again at the young man sprinting across the endless rooftops, Chu Mu's eyes had clearly gained a strange glint.
The old man was dead; from one bandit-suppression operation, only three disciples had survived.
And this young man, if he remembered correctly, was one of those disciples.
As for why, during the earlier encirclement in the mountains, this young man had not used such methods, that was no longer something Chu Mu wanted to consider.
What he was thinking now... was all on this young man.
True skill made people yearn for it, then... Immortal Gods... wouldn't that drive people mad?
Li Jinghong had clearly gone mad. His bloody wounds did not affect him in the slightest.
The lofty bearing he usually had was completely gone as well. His expression was savage, and all that remained in his eyes was boundless greed as he stared fixedly at the young man fleeing at full speed.
One chased, one fled! In the blink of an eye, they were about to vanish into the night.
Driven by some inexplicable anticipation in his heart, Chu Mu clearly shed a few of his misgivings as well. The dawdling posture he had kept before had already disappeared without a trace.
Chase! Compared with those patrollers who had achieved some success in qi-and-blood cultivation and whose physical quality approached the inhuman, Chu Mu clearly still could not move across rooftops as if walking on level ground.
Like quite a few patrollers, he raced along the streets and alleys in the direction the young man had fled.
Nanshan Town was not large to begin with. Amid this chase and flight, in just a few short minutes, they had already left the bounds of Nanshan Town and entered the mountain forest surrounding it.
Seeing that they had entered the