"The sword was stolen?" Zhaang Ye's brow furrowed. 'How strange.'
Feng Tongming was an expert at the peak of the Martial Arts Seventh Layer, while he himself was a master of the Martial Arts Ninth Layer. His Spiritual Power was exceptionally sharp; not even a tiny ant could escape his notice. For Feng Tongming's Long Sword to have been stolen so stealthily under these circumstances immediately put Zhaang Ye on high alert.
Zhaang Ye said in a low voice, "Junior Sister Feng, it's just a sword. Let it go."
Feng Tongming said anxiously as she gave chase, "I can't! This sword is a family heirloom. If it's stolen, how will I ever face my family?"
As she spoke, her figure had already darted through the city gate, vanishing from sight.
A glint flashed in Zhaang Ye's eyes. He turned to Fang Caiying, Xuli Long, and Wei Jingtian and said, "You three head back. I'm going to check on the situation!" With that, Zhaang Ye took a sudden step, his body shooting forward like lightning in pursuit.
