Ice and cold rain descended from the sky onto the ground, shattering the former upon contact.
Nangong Xuanying clasped his hands behind his back as he slowly walked in the Heavenly Mist City's main streets.
The rain, which was falling in his immediate vicinity, was incapable of even slightly approaching his body.
With every step he took, he crossed a long distance.
Suddenly, he stopped and took out a talisman. As soon as he listened to the information it transmitted, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
"They finally found… Nangong Wuque. I will see where you can run to this time."
He was embarrassed and annoyed that his negligence led to Nangong Wuque's escape. Nangong Xuanying had assumed that he had everything under control, however, that kid still managed to escape from his grasp.
