He decisively struck the man unconscious. This man would not talk anymore just by the look in his eyes, so it was useless to talk to him further. His feet immediately ran to where he left Xiong Zhi.
Zhi'er.
His heart raced with ominous premonition.
He rushed back with the fastest speed he could muster.
His restless heart hoped she was still there.
In less than a minute, he arrived where he had left Xiong Zhi.
He froze in place, gasping. His face paled visibly.
There was no girl standing there, waiting. Xiong Zhi's shadow could not be seen anywhere.
Only the bag with the unused joss sticks was left on the ground.
Linfeng was horrified. His heart pounded loudly. Panic, anxiety, and worry instantaneously exploded within his heart, making it hard for him to breathe for a moment.
"Zhi'er..."
He immediately stopped thinking of the worst and took a deep breath.
A dark flame burst out from his eyes.
