Lin Xi was looking towards the other side of the mountain top.
The weeds here were quite lush and green, but not more than ten centimeters tall.
To the naked eye, there was no sign of any figure, nor anything amiss, but Lin Xi firmly gazed at this spot, certain that someone was there.
In the next moment, a gray silhouette indeed stood up from the ground.
He was neither tall nor short, about one meter seventy, his appearance very ordinary, the kind of person with no distinctive features on the street, or in a crowd, having no sense of presence at all.
If you looked closely, you'd find his hands full of calluses, and his eyes had a captivating brilliance.
But now, he was trembling all over like that bunch of punks earlier, his piercing eyes filled with fear.
"Since I left home, you've been following me!" Lin Xi walked towards him, speaking, "You're quite bold, your strength just a junior King of Soldiers, and yet you didn't take the chance to leave earlier, waiting until now?"
