Lu Feng had no idea someone was watching him from the shadows. After agonizing for a long time, he finally decided to toss a stone into the air and leave it to heaven. Whichever branch of the road the stone landed closest to, he would take.
"Heaven, bless me. Make sure you point me down the right road." Lu Feng hefted a stone in his hand, then tossed it skyward.
The stone fell from the sky. Just as it was about to hit the ground, a large hand suddenly reached out and caught it.
The hand belonged to a powerfully built man in black. His strength was unfathomable; Lu Feng could not even sense his cultivation realm, but he was definitely a cultivator. He was clearly one of the black-clad men who had abducted Fenfen Chengkuai.
The black-clad man's face was fleshy and menacing. Murderous malice hung about him as he said, "Let me choose your road for you. Not left, not right. The road to death suits you better."
"Who are you?" Lu Feng asked grimly, a bad feeling rising in his heart. These people had already discovered him.
"You don't even know who we are, yet you dared follow us? Looks like you've grown tired of living!" The man in black gave a sinister laugh.
Lu Feng hurriedly shook his head. "Not at all. This must be a misunderstanding. Like you said, I don't even know who you are, so how could I be following you? Nothing of the sort. I just happened to be passing through, and when I reached this fork, I didn't know which way to go. That's why I tossed a stone to ask for directions. The world is huge. You can't call it following just because we're taking the same road, can you?"