"Desolate Fire City? Never heard of it."
Ling Chen shook his head.
It seemed the other party had mistaken him for a disciple of a certain Sect.
"Stop pretending. You must be from Desolate Fire City! Elder Sister Lin, stop wasting time with him; let's all charge together. I don't believe we can't take him down!"
The effeminate young man's eyes were filled with intense malice as he shouted loudly.
"Is there any need for this? I am not your enemy. I merely have pursuers behind me and wished to borrow your Sect's grounds to hide for a while."
Ling Chen glanced at the effeminate young man, then turned his gaze to the gentle woman, smiling lightly as he spoke.
"Pursuers?"
The gentle woman was taken aback. As she was about to ask, two whooshing sounds suddenly echoed from the sky behind her. Two figures exuding extremely powerful auras abruptly halted in mid-air.
"Little brat! Where else do you think you can run?"
