For the person standing before Zhong Baiye was none other than Keqing, whom he had been searching for all this time.
Keqing was expressionless, her purple eyes fixed on Zhong Baiye without a trace of emotion.
She held the unsheathed Lion's Roar, looking ready to slash at him at any moment.
When Zhong Baiye first realized that the person before him was Keqing, he wanted to ask her what was going on.
But before he could say a word, Keqing attacked him.
Without the slightest hesitation, Keqing thrust the Lion's Roar straight at Zhong Baiye's chest.
Fortunately, everything Zhong Baiye had been through had greatly improved his reflexes. The moment he noticed something wrong with Keqing's movements, he twisted out of the way of her thrust.
"Huff, huff..."
Although Zhong Baiye had dodged swiftly, the Lion's Roar had still sliced a tear in the front of his clothes.
Before he could catch his breath, Keqing's next thrust came straight at his backside.
Hearing the Lion's Roar whistle through the air, Zhong Baiye realized Keqing was serious, and anxiety surged within him.
Zhong Baiye knew perfectly well that, with his current strength, defeating Keqing was out of the question. Even beating one of the black-clad figures behind her would be extremely difficult.
Without hesitation, he dropped to the ground and rolled, dodging her thrust.
Then Zhong Baiye scrambled to his feet, picked a direction, and bolted.
But the black-clad figures Keqing had brought were clearly no pushovers. Zhong Baiye heard two sharp whooshes, and when he looked up, they had surrounded him on every side.
The black-clad figures merely surrounded him, in no hurry to attack. Instead, they waited for Keqing to come up from behind and deal with him herself.
Zhong Baiye saw what they intended, of course, and had