Boss Qiu leaped through the forest like flying, covering several feet in a flash. Having grown up in the wilderness, he felt an inexplicable closeness to such a place.
Even if others criticized his lightweight skill as lacking, his speed remained astonishingly fast.
The snakes, insects, wild beasts, trees, and vines all seemed to anticipate his arrival, paving the way ahead of him.
Allowing him to pass unimpeded.
"Swish!"
His figure flashed, suddenly pausing.
He saw a figure appear on the trunk ahead. This person wore nondescript clothes, a bizarre mask, with hands behind his back, looking down with indifferent eyes.
The opponent's body lacked any presence, like a dead branch or a corpse, yet it made Boss Qiu feel a sense of foreboding, instinctively gripping his iron staff tightly.
"Spare others when you can."
Fang Zheng spoke slowly:
"Why persist in your pursuit?"
