At that moment, on the mountain path of the Four Directions Gate.
The young Daoist wore azure Daoist robes, his bearing as ethereal as an immortal's.
With his hands behind his back, he covered more than a dozen yards in a single step, his figure like a gliding bird as he swept swiftly down the mountain.
Behind him, Gu Chenfeng held his long spear and pounded the ground with his feet, likewise racing after him.
On the surface, it looked as though Gu Chenfeng was pursuing the man.
Yet by now, Gu Chenfeng's eyes were already filled with bewilderment and suspicion.
"Who exactly are you?"
At that moment, Gu Chenfeng felt as though an invisible chain of energy connected him to the young Daoist, binding them together.
He did not want to pursue the other man, yet he could not help chasing him at full speed.
The situation was simply too bizarre.
He knew the young Daoist had to be behind it.
Gu Chenfeng knew that the other man's strength far exceeded his expectations, and his suspicions about the man's identity only deepened.
He was already hesitating over whether to use the trump card in his possession to break free of this bizarre predicament.
But just then, the young Daoist's voice reached his ears.
"Gu Chenfeng, come with me. You won't regret it."
"Hmm...?"
Gu Chenfeng's heart stirred. The other man actually knew his true identity.
And from the looks of it, he had come specifically for him.
"You still haven't told me who you are," Gu Chenfeng pressed.
"Come with me first. You'll find out soon enough." The young Daoist remained mysterious.
Gu Chenfeng frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment.
In the end, he decided to follow the man for now.
Although this man's methods were unfathomably mysterious,