For Xu Shu, a mere kilometer's distance indeed felt close, almost within reach.
At full speed, it only took a few breaths for him to arrive at the destination, standing before the southern Clock Tower.
In sight, a small wooden hut stood alone in front of the towering Clock Tower, resembling a tiny, pitiful mushroom in comparison.
Meanwhile, those Ghost Soldiers attempting to attack barely made it to the front; before they could raise their hands, they found the target had slipped away without a trace, leaving them to look blankly at each other before retreating to join the Fujiang's clones in the assault.
This feeling perhaps resembled how Xu Shu felt seeing the Split Mouth Woman vanish, though fundamentally different; the former relied on sheer burst speed, while the latter on invisibility.
This little wooden hut was the place Yan Huoxing and the others spoke of, yet Xu Shu found nothing special about it; he stopped at the entrance without entering.
