Fang Yu chuckled confidently, "Is it strange that I've caught up with you?"
He couldn't possibly reveal—I don't have Primordial Qi in my body, but rather Primordial. Even now, he himself does not know the path of cultivation that he's on.
Certainly, this is neither Martial Arts nor the way of the Cultivator... Perhaps, it is an entirely different grand avenue.
Swoosh.
Swoosh-swoosh...
The two of them passed through a residential area.
Over the rooftops.
Finally, he saw a man in black, sprinting furiously through an alleyway.
"A Seventh Layer Martial Artist?" Lin Weifeng wrinkled his brow.
Fang Yu was surprised, "How can you tell his strength?"
"Instinct."
"..."
Dammit, I thought he was a god.
But that's as good as saying nothing.
Seeing Fang Yu's rolled eyes, Lin Weifeng said, "When your strength far surpasses your target's, you can easily sense the target's strength."
"Oh, I see."
The man in black was fast.