As soon as the young man spoke, the other bandits wasted no words. They did not even ask questions before scattering and fleeing.
They had undoubtedly practiced that speed countless times.
Otherwise, they could never have moved with such efficiency.
Seeing this, Li Chengqian froze for a moment.
He simply could not understand.
He had only asked a simple question and had done nothing else, so how had this young man instantly noticed something was wrong with him and immediately prepared to flee?
What made this fellow so certain?
More importantly, how had this fair-skinned, delicate-looking scholar become the bandit chief? And why did the other bandits seem so convinced by him?
Li Chengqian could not quite make sense of it.
After all, ordinary bandits ought to be particularly vicious men.
Surely they would never place such faith in a scholar?
It was precisely this that instantly sparked Li Chengqian's interest in the young man before him.
Li Chengqian was in no hurry to pursue the fleeing men.
The same principle still applied: immortals and mortals were worlds apart.
Now that Li Chengqian had taken notice of this fellow, he could find him instantly and reach his side even if he fled to the ends of the earth. There was no escaping him!
Meanwhile.
Only after fleeing for over an hour did the young scholar finally reach their mountain stronghold. After making sure everyone had returned and that the young man in brocade had not pursued them, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness!
But a bitter smile crept onto his lips.
His name was Li Haoran, and he, too, was a transmigrator.
His experience as a transmigrator, however, could only be called tragic.
No old sage to guide him, no cheat ability-not even a damned system.
When