"Hahaha! Finally, I've caught you two scoundrels!"
A sinister laugh echoed in their ears, and Yang Cheng and Yun Chan's hearts sank.
This voice was all too familiar—it belonged to that old scoundrel Lai Zhongyao. Yang Cheng hadn't expected that even though they had sneakily climbed the mountain in the dead of night, this old man still managed to find them.
Without enough time to think, he quickly placed Yun Chan in his arms and dashed madly down the mountain.
"Where do you think you're going? This time, I won't be fooled by you. If you don't hand over the Purifying Spirit Spring, I'll send you both to the Underworld right now."
Lai Zhongyao was furious to the extreme; he couldn't believe that after living for so many years, he'd been played for a fool by these two kids.
