Damn!
He was pretty sharp.
Jiang Qiao had already gotten as far from the manor as possible, but he had not expected the other party to detect him anyway.
Now that he had been exposed,
he acted decisively.
He stood up and shouted, "You little bastard, I'm your grandpa! How could you forget me?"
With that,
he did not linger.
He turned and ran!
"It's you!" The moment the man surnamed Gong saw Jiang Qiao, he recognized the man who had cursed him in front of the Air Wall—the very person he and Yang Jing had been discussing just now.
And when he heard Jiang Qiao call himself his grandpa,
and call him a little bastard,
he exploded with rage!
"You're courting death!"
The roar of the man surnamed Gong rang out behind him.
His voice transformed into sound waves,
rippling throughout the entire world.
Jiang Qiao immediately felt as if his body had entered a swamp, becoming extremely sluggish and mechanical.
The space around the manor is all within his sphere of influence.
He understood at once.
That Prisoner Man just now had probably been restrained in the same way.
Then his legs had been brutally bent.
However, the moment he realized he had been exposed, he had already made preparations. Facing the void that seemed to have grown viscous around him, he suddenly flickered, and his figure transformed into a strange and unpredictable talisman.
Then he vanished from where he stood.
The next second,
in the distant woods, a figure flickered slightly, and Jiang Qiao emerged.
The spatial shackles
had been quietly broken by him.
"Hmm?"
"The Art of Talismans? Self-summoning?"
The man surnamed Gong froze for a moment. He seemed to recognize Jiang Qiao's method and said in astonishment, "Who exactly are you? Why can you use