"What were people thinking back then? How did they miss something so obvious?"
But the situation could brook no further delay. Mo Chen slipped out of the butcher's shop, rose on the wind, and flew toward the Divine Sense mark.
By then, the sun was sinking in the west, and the evening clouds were crimson as blood. Looking at the scene, Mo Chen felt a faint sense that something was wrong.
Wild geese hung against the clouds, stars against the sky; crimson twilight painted half the heavens.
Three hundred pillars of cooking smoke soared high, daring to join heaven and earth.
Yet two quarter-hours had passed, and his Divine Sense clearly told him that the mute girl was not far ahead. Somehow, he still had not reached her.
Mo Chen stopped abruptly in midair.
This wasn't right!
The sun was almost down. Why hadn't he arrived yet?
No matter how large the city was, two quarter-hours should have been more than enough to cross it from end to end. He could not possibly still be circling foolishly in the same spot.
This was no coincidence. In other words...
Just then, Mo Chen suddenly sensed a three-inch poisoned needle flying toward the back of his head!
Without turning, Mo Chen swept his sleeve, and a flying sword swung across to guard the Fengchi acupoints at the base of his skull.
Clink.
The poisoned needle struck the flat of the flying sword and instantly bent.
Seeing the needle ruined, Mo Chen relaxed slightly, only to discover that the Divine Sense connection between him and his flying sword had suddenly been severed.
The flying sword immediately went out of control and plummeted toward the ground.
Fuck. That needle carried a restriction that contaminated Divine Sense.
At this, Mo Chen could no longer smile.