Inside Chunzai Hall.
Originally, Yang Zhengshan's attention had been entirely on the houses in the rear courtyard. He had thought that if there was an Innate Martial Artist here, they would definitely be in those rear-courtyard houses.
But he had not expected the other party not to be in the rear courtyard, but in the Library Building in the front courtyard.
All of a sudden, Yang Zhengshan heard the sound of a fierce gust of wind. Without the slightest hesitation, he sprang straight up from the ground, leaping more than four zhang into the air and landing directly atop the pavilion behind him.
His gaze swept over the area, and he saw a figure flying swiftly toward the south.
"Trying to run?"
A short spear appeared out of thin air in his hand. The next instant, the short spear shot out with a sharp, air-rending whistle.
The fleeing figure heard the sound of tearing air behind him. While still in midair, he twisted in the air and dodged the short spear.
However, that dodge also forced him to change direction, and he landed on the roof of a three-story pavilion beside the street.
Yang Zhengshan did not care what he did. Seeing him stop, he immediately gave chase.
Treading over bricks and tiles, borrowing force from the flying eaves, he lunged straight toward the man.
And that man was not willing to show weakness either. His figure turned, and he came forward to meet him.
Only then did Yang Zhengshan get a clear look at the other party's face.
It was a face that could not be called ugly, but could not be called handsome either. However, his pair of eyes appeared exceptionally deep, and it was precisely because of those Deep Eyes that he looked somewhat like a scholar