The night deepens.
Wang Junze didn't linger long in the Capital City; instead, he took advantage of the night and left directly.
Under such circumstances, Wang Junze naturally wouldn't go to meet Yang Hong and the others but bypassed Licheng and fled afar.
After Entering the Path, Wang Junze's control over his own aura became even more perfect, allowing him to slip into the void and escape. Those beneath the Saint Realm, perhaps even beneath the Saint level, would find it hard to detect his presence, enough to elude most peering eyes.
Yet, even so, after traveling hundreds of miles from the Capital, someone eventually intercepted him.
Under the moonlight, a person stood quietly in a blue Daoist robe, holding a duster, seemingly having awaited there for a long time.
Fuchen!
Emerging from the void, Wang Junze recognized him immediately with just a glance.
"Young Master Wang, I've been waiting here for quite some time."
