'My men are strong, but they're not much help to me personally anymore. Worse, they stick out like a sore thumb and could easily attract the wrong kind of attention.'
After confirming that everyone was all right, Fang Chenyi ended the call.
He glanced up at the sun, then reached into his bag and retrieved a compass from its storage space.
Once he had his bearings, he took off, running swiftly in that direction.
The moment he started running, however, Fang Chenyi was stunned once again.
'How am I moving this fast??'
He was running countless times faster than he had been just last night.
It was no exaggeration to say that Fang Chenyi's current speed was well over a hundred kilometers per hour, possibly even faster.
And that was on uneven desert terrain. Who knew what speeds he could reach on a flat highway.
By now, Fang Chenyi was somewhat desensitized to such things; the little star had given him far too many surprises already.
