Thunderous rumbling cut straight north through the vast mountain forests, startling countless birds into flight.
Yan Shijun fled ahead.
Yang Ge pursued behind.
The fleeing man had run half his life away, gasping for breath.
His pursuer, however, moved as leisurely as someone strolling through a courtyard, without so much as a heavy breath.
In fact, if Yang Ge had truly set his mind on catching Yan Shijun and chopping him down, he could have caught the bastard.
He might not have known these mountains as well as Yan Shijun, but flying through the sky was always faster than running along the ground...
With an aura blazing as fiercely as oil poured onto a raging fire, Yan Shijun stood out in this wilderness like a beacon of smoke. There was no possibility of losing him.
Yang Ge simply figured that, since the bastard was fleeing so desperately, as though salvation awaited him ahead, he might lead him to the mysterious figure behind the Five Poisons Cult...
Since he was already here, wouldn't it be a waste not to exchange a few words with the person actually in charge?
Ideally, he could wipe out the whole family in one sweep, then head back to Road Pavilion for the New Year without any loose ends.
Otherwise, no sooner would he kill Yan Shijun and return to Road Pavilion than another Five Poisons Cult leader would pop up here to stir up more storms... What a nuisance that would be!
It was only a matter of a day sooner or later. Yang Ge could afford to wait.
Pursuer and fugitive crossed mountains and rivers. Several times, when they approached villages or towns, the flagging Yan Shijun tried to veer inside and use the inhabitants to make Yang Ge hesitate like someone afraid to