In mid-air, Jiang Xiaobai felt the whoosh of wind blowing by his ears and drowsily opened his eyes.
A stern, chilling face stared past him, making him curious. Why was this woman looking so grim? Could it be that there were many pursuers behind them?
Struggling, Jiang Xiaobai said, "Let me go! How many people are chasing us? What's going on?"
Hearing Jiang Xiaobai's words, Zhuang Huanling let go of him without hesitation with great repulsion, as if Jiang Xiaobai was a plague carrier.
Jiang Xiaobai was puzzled, what was going on?
"What the hell is happening? How many people are chasing us?"
Popping a healing pill in his mouth, Jiang Xiaobai chased after Zhuang Huanling and noticed that Ao Cheng and the others were quite far away from them.
Without giving it much thought, assuming that Ao Cheng had some other plans, he had no idea that they kept their distance out of fear.