Chan Lou.

Ten thousand fathoms sea market, on a high cliff facing the sea.

Ruan Yang's expression was dark. Her eyes were like torches as she scanned the crowd in front of her from above.

Her appearance was exquisite and exuded a heroic spirit. At this moment, the three sword-shaped long hairpins on her bun were shining brightly, making her seem particularly difficult to deal with.

As a result, several individual cultivators who had wanted to climb the high cliff to look down at the sea turned around and left before they could get close.

Ruan Yang swept her gaze over these people and realized that they didn't look very similar to the fiendish cultivator from yesterday. She then retracted her gaze with a cold face.

She had already searched back and forth in the city square for an entire night, but to no avail.

The other party had escaped!

This was simply preposterous!

What happened to me last night?

How could he have forgotten the escape technique?