The old man was still frowning. He had been chasing Wang Lin for more than four months. There were several times where he almost caught up, but then the treasure Wang Lin was riding would release a white light and suddenly teleport away.
This shocked him and made him feel even more angry. A grand, seven leaf shaman couldn’t even catch a junior. For him, this was a disgrace.
However, he wasn’t a cultivator. All of his power came from the tattoos on his body. He didn’t expect that junior to be able to keep this speed up for four months.
The old man’s eyes flickered and he began to ponder. He had already used up a lot of his power, so it was no longer viable for him to continue chasing. More importantly, he was a bit worried about how many treasures this junior hadn’t used yet and how many pills he had left.
After pondering for a bit, the old man revealed a hint of reluctance in his eyes before letting out a sigh and turning around to leave.