A shadowy figure, or rather Li Ang's Ink Silk Clone, was leading the short assassin by the hand as they leisurely walked out of the post house.
The sensation was peculiar at that moment.
Glancing back, the post house was brightly lit, with panicked travelers, unaware of the situation, scurrying out and gathering at the entrance.
Several Cultivators from the garrison plummeted from the sky, their emotions ranging from fury to icy detachment, questioning what had happened.
One of them, who also exuded the strongest aura, swept his eyes around the perimeter of the post house and slightly raised his hand, releasing a torrent of Telekinesis.
WHOOSH—
Under the influence of the Telekinesis, the sand and soil around the post house rippled in layers, moving from slow to fast, and started spinning gradually.
Are they searching for the assassin?
