Ayala's face was gloomy. As she charged forward, she took out a bottle of potion from her waist and swallowed it. Her speed suddenly increased.
Ethereal Potion! A witchcraft potion that could increase one's speed. It was expensive to produce, and she had always been reluctant to use it.
"Ayala!"
At that moment, a shout came from ahead. Leon, along with a few sturdy men, appeared at the end of the street, running towards her.
They also yelled loudly, "Who are you? How dare you chase down a pharmacist of the Dragon King Chamber of Commerce?"
Leon was no longer the frail youth he once was, but a peak Knight Attendant imbued with the Dharma Seal. The few men by his side were all former refugees of the Black City, many of whom had received Ayala's support. Seeing Ayala being chased, they couldn't help but surge with anger.
"Retreat!"
The pursuers, seeing that continuing was futile, decisively pulled back. However, their cold gazes made it clear that this matter was far from over.
