The two pushed their Qinggong to the extreme, neither willing to admit defeat.
Chen Long had just caught up, but within moments, Lu Yuan left him behind again.
Chen Long redoubled his efforts, leaping forward to overtake Lu Yuan.
"You want to chase after my sister? You've got a long way to go."
"Oh, really?"
Lu Yuan let out a cold chuckle, instantly overtaking Chen Long, and even turned back to raise an eyebrow at him with a playful smile: "My grandmother's Qinggong might be impressive, but unfortunately, you only learned the surface techniques!"
Chen Long retorted coldly, "Even the surface techniques are enough to beat you!"
By now, night had fallen deeply, but the bustling streets of the Imperial City were still ablaze with lights.
Occasionally, drunken civilians would glance up, tipsy and bleary-eyed, catching a glimpse of two fleeting shadows disappearing into the night.
"Damn, drank too much—I just saw ghosts…"
