It was clear that the other party had not yet realized that he had noticed.
At that moment, Mu Fan's Sky Communication suddenly rang out, its crisp bell echoing in the corridor.
Mu Fan took it out to answer, "Hey, see you up ahead? Okay, I'll come over in a bit."
He hung up the Sky Communication and walked forward without pause.
Everything seemed so natural, as if Mu Fan had really answered a call from Wang Nuonuo.
The person following behind, no matter how powerful, could never know that it was all an illusion created by intelligent life.
Leaving the intersection, Mu Fan looked straight ahead naturally, but his attention was highly focused behind him.
After walking more than ten meters, a hint of relief crossed Mu Fan's face.
The aura was still locked on him.
It was clear, the target was him, and it had nothing to do with Wang Nuonuo.