In the forest, Feng Jiu was being chased by a Nascent Soul cultivator. She ran away wildly and shouted: "Ahhhh! Help! Help…"
"Damn it! This kid, is he born in the year of the rabbit? He sure can run fast!" That Nascent Soul cultivator cursed. He had thought that the weak looking young boy would be an easy target and wouldn't be qualified to become a Shadow Disciple. Since he had encountered him by chance, he thought that he would eliminate him.
He hadn't expected that he wouldn't be able to catch up to him running through the wild weeds and cluttered trees in this forest. The young boy who was scurrying away was only about ten metres or so in front of him but he was still unable to take his life. He couldn't help but felt the anger rise in his chest. Now that he had set his sights on this young boy, he had to kill him no matter what!
"Ahhhhhh! Help! Help…"
