*PANT! PANT!*
The night was dark, the wind was high, and a soft spring rain was falling.
It carried a hint of chill as it struck Pang Haisheng's face.
*PANT! PANT!* Pang Haisheng was running so hard he was out of breath.
He couldn't help but look back. The Demon hadn't caught up.
He breathed a temporary sigh of relief.
But he didn't dare to relax completely, let alone slow his pace, even though his True Qi was nearly depleted and he was utterly exhausted.
'Just a little longer!'
'If I can just make it to Cyan Bamboo Castle, I'll be safe!'
He didn't believe that Little Demon would dare to barge into Cyan Bamboo Castle and kill someone!
Remembering the scene of the Little Demon's massacre, Pang Haisheng shivered. His knees went weak, and he nearly stumbled.
In his muddled mind, woozy from having all his qi and blood focused on his legs, there was one question he couldn't figure out.
How old was that Little Demon, anyway? How could she possess such profound Martial Arts?
