Zhong Chengwang's scalp prickled. Without even stopping to put the little girl down, he took to his heels and sprinted forward for all he was worth.
He cursed inwardly without pause. He had covered the little girl's entire face, so how had this monster of a man recognized her in the instant they passed each other?!
Under the strain of his extreme panic, he pushed himself to a speed he had never reached before.
Yet the man followed behind with effortless ease. His breathing had not even faltered, and he actually gave a rather kindly chuckle before speaking. "Amitabha. Benefactor, allow this humble monk a word of advice: the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back, and the shore awaits."
Zhong Chengwang sucked in a sharp breath and forced out, "Master, you've got the wrong-" person.
"Uncle Liaochen!"
The two voices rang out almost simultaneously. Zhong Chengwang's voice abruptly cut off, and even his steps faltered for a moment.
Jiang Yingcheng clutched Zhong Chengwang's arm with both hands and poked her head out from behind his large palm, her eyes sparkling. "You're back!"
Liaochen, who had just returned to the capital after handling some private business, found her so adorable that his fingers itched. He reached past the man to give those round little cheeks a touch-
Zhong Chengwang suddenly leaped sideways, then bolted like a madman toward the nearest alley.
Anyone the Little Princess could call by name could only be one thing-
Someone here to capture him!
The scenery before his eyes gradually blurred, leaving only the wind whistling ever more clearly in his ears.
As though someone had suddenly unblocked his conception and governing meridians, Zhong Chengwang ran even faster than before.
But he had barely rounded a corner when the man's figure suddenly appeared in the