Lu Sheng touched the wound on his hand. He felt slight pain from the burn.
He took a look at his palm. Much of it was slightly charred now.
He looked in the direction from where the voice came. The current him did not have the ability to give chase unless the other person was willing to show up and fight it out with him.
'I should head back. The time has not yet come…'
In the end, he spread his spirit out and probed his surroundings. Lu Sheng made sure that no one would appear again before he hurried toward his house.
"Click."
His room's door opened. When Lu Sheng went in, he saw that Du Xia planted herself right in front of the door. Her eyes were glued to her phone. She was neither going in or going out.
She seemed to have known that he would open the door. Hence, she waited here for him.