Chen Mo lay prone atop the paper kite as the air howled past his ears, whistling shrilly and flooding into them with a buzzing roar.
He narrowed his eyes and pressed his face lower, while circulating the power of Taiyin to form an extremely thin film of energy over his body.
The howling night wind struck that film and slid away to either side, no longer pouring straight down his collar or scraping across his cheeks.
Before he could catch his breath, the hairs on his back suddenly stood on end.
Chen Mo knew this feeling well.
Someone had their eye on him.
His brow furrowed as he quietly extended his spiritual sense behind him.
There was nothing.
Within the roughly dozen-meter range covered by his spiritual sense, it was utterly empty, without the slightest abnormal aura.
The rooftops of Ganzhou City rose and fell beneath the moonlight, quiet as an ink-wash painting.
Yet the feeling of being watched only grew stronger, impossible to shake off.
Without hesitation, he immediately poured more power of Taiyin into the paper kite.
The paper kite shuddered, picked up speed again, and shot forward in a fierce burst.
Within the black mist behind him, the old man's lips curled faintly upward.
"Not bad instincts. Pity you're still too green."
The black mist contracted and expanded, its speed rising with it.
Two streaks of light swept through the night sky, leaving Ganzhou City's urban district behind in the blink of an eye.
Chen Mo looked back, and this time, he saw it clearly.
At the distant horizon, a faint mass of black mist was drifting toward him.
The mist was not large, but beneath the red moonlight, it stood out conspicuously.
"Fuck."
He cursed, his mind racing.
That old man really was a problem.
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