Xiao Ming stepped out of the auction house, his expression grave, and beside him, Xue Mao, who had already awakened, mirrored his solemnity.
The air around them seemed heavier with every step.
Xiao Ming had left almost immediately, driven by two intentions.
First, he needed to protect the others. Second, he needed to buy himself some time.
If he had exited the auction house alongside Bai Zihua and the rest of their group, things could have gone terribly wrong.
The pursuers they were up against were dangerous, and their mission was clear.
Although Bai Zihua's team had Mortal General experts with them, those experts were scattered and it would take time for them to converge.
In the meantime, Xiao Ming had to rely on his instincts and, most importantly, his ability to conceal his aura—an ability he would only trust to buy him a slim chance of escaping undetected.
As for Bai Zihua and the others, they would not fall into danger.