Between the trees, a figure moved quickly, showing no signs of stopping.
"I'm still within Mao City's boundaries," Wang Tu ran fast.
His heart was pounding rapidly, and he started feeling that someone was approaching him quickly.
"Unless I enter Yang City's boundaries, I won't feel safe."
His focus was solely on escaping, caring about nothing else.
"No, no!" Suddenly, someone fell on him and knocked him to the ground.
Wang Tu rolled on the ground until he collided with a tree in front of him.
He pulled himself together and stood up, still terrified.
"What do you want from me? Come out now!" he shouted, gripping a sword in his hand.
He was pretending to be brave—he didn't want to give up right away.
What if he showed fear and begged for mercy, only to find out that the one chasing him was just another first-rank sinner like himself?
But he was so afraid that he had lost all sense of his surroundings.
