Amon looked around. It seemed his pursuer was only this one person. Other locals immediately hid away when they saw two cultivators were having a dispute. Most of the ones living in the slum here were peasants who never had a chance to cultivate in their lives.
The man who chased after Amon was full of sweat. His breathing was also heavy. Despite his running speed being faster, the movement art burnt a lot of aether. He couldn't maintain it for long. It was lucky that he managed to catch up to Amon before he ran out of energy.
"Damn, kid! What kind of movement art do you use? How are you still breathing fine after running so fast for so long?" The man asked. "By the way, my name is Abdu. I am a cultivator of the Beginning Transformation stage."
"What do you want?" Amon asked.