Meanwhile, Feng Fuce had already entered the Prince Kang's Mansion, following the aura of the Heavenly Dao deep inside.
He hadn't yet found where the Heavenly Daoist was hiding.
But he first heard Bai Zhi'er's startled little voice.
A brief moment of astonishment appeared on Feng Fuce's cold and fierce face.
The little rascal is here too?
He followed the sound, quickly chasing after it, leaving Chu Ping and the others behind.
Chu Ping saw Feng Fuce's pace suddenly quicken, as if he was flying, and they had to run to keep up!
The fierce ghost rushed out, coming face to face with Feng Fuce.
The young man narrowed his eyes, and a fierce black aura burst out from the depths of his gaze!
He didn't even have to lift a hand; the fierce ghost was caught by an invisible force.
In merely an instant, it turned to dust, blown away by the wind.
Then, Feng Fuce came back to his senses and heard faint crying.
He hurriedly pushed open the door to the woodshed.
