At this moment, Zhu Bufan was still walking unhurriedly. He tightly locked onto the Qi emanating from Long Feiyun and Xiao Ruo, so he was not afraid of losing them. He shook his hands and clenched his fists again, feeling whether his body was still under his control. Suddenly, he punched the air, and a silver whirlwind swept through the forest, breaking the grass and trees wherever it passed. Zhu Bufan looked at his fist, seemingly very satisfied with the situation. He started to quicken his pace towards the direction where Long Feiyun and Xiao Ruo had disappeared. He already felt that the two of them had gone far.
