Meng Yuanzhi, accompanied by a Yellow Turban Warrior, turned into a small alley, walking slowly yet swiftly, moving like the wind.
He sensed two faint Qi Mechanisms locking onto him, like maggots gnawing at bones, relentlessly following him. The source of these Qi Mechanisms trailed far behind, persistently tailing him.
'It's them…'
Meng Yuanzhi thought of the two men who had just conversed with Zhong Shenxiu.
Given their capacity to discuss matters with Zhong Shenxiu, these two were certainly not ordinary. The moment Meng Yuanzhi realized he was being followed, he made up his mind.
Of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was best; he definitely would not confront them directly.
No matter how he maneuvered, though, he couldn't shake off the locking of those two Qi Mechanisms. Whether he used magic to conceal his tracks or physically vaulted across walls, Meng Yuanzhi wandered through the city yet could always feel that sense of being spied upon.