"I've seen everything. You think I'd fall for a childish trick like this?"
With that, the Yi Family Ancestor wheeled around and gave chase in the opposite direction—due west.
He had already guessed that Xiao Chen wouldn't be so naive as to actually flee east.
But the young man was still too green. His acting was terrible, and the Ancestor saw through it on the spot.
Today, he was going to teach Xiao Chen that the older the ginger, the spicier the bite!
「A Quarter Hour later.」
Boosted by a Talisman, the Yi Family Ancestor shot back eastward at an even faster speed.
He had overestimated the damned little brat. There was no misdirection, no feint—the boy had simply fled east.
「Two Quarter Hours later.」
The Yi Family Ancestor hovered in mid-air as a salty sea breeze swept away the ashes of the Escape Talisman that had been at his waist.
"Xiao Chen, you whelp!"
He forced those words from between his clenched teeth.
