Yu State City, market street.
An Jing sprinted towards the city outskirts, feeling as if someone was chasing him from behind, his heart leapt to his throat while he simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.
The mysterious martial expert had followed, ensuring that at least Tan Yun was no longer in danger.
At that moment, a hand gently landed on his shoulder.
That hand seemed to possess a bizarre magical power, appearing gentle yet feeling like a heavy mountain on An Jing's shoulder, rendering him completely immobile.
Turning his head, he saw an old man with the appearance of a sage, youthful yet with white hair.
Shrinking Ground Skill!
An Jing's heart tightened, immediately aware of the prowess of the person before him.
With such terrifying speed, the person definitely belonged to the master level.