Nighttime. A dark alley.
Dark huts flashed past Bai Yuan. His speed was no less than that of the Soul-Chasing Tower assassins pursuing him; in fact, he was even slightly faster.
Their footwork came from the same source.
The Soul-Chasing Tower assassins behind him recognized the technique Bai Yuan was using as their own Soul-Chasing Steps. They couldn't help but wonder, 'Could that young man be a Soul-Chasing Tower mole inside the Divine Mansion Sect?'
'But if he's a mole, why is he running?!'
Just as the Soul-Chasing Tower assassins were lost in thought, the young man, sure enough, stopped running.
"Done running?"
The masked, black-clad leader of the Soul-Chasing Tower assassins said coldly.
He felt that the young man before him was just one sentence away from revealing himself as a mole, turning them from enemies into allies.
Bai Yuan looked left and right. He had reached a dead end.
More accurately, it was a death trap he had prepared for the men in front of him.
