The Crane Immortal stood up, slowly walked to the door, gently grasped the door handle, his fingertips turning white from the force.
Just as he was about to exert force to open the door, a shadow flickered past the window, as swift as a phantom. The Crane Immortal's heart tightened, his pupils shrank sharply, and his back instantly straightened. Without time to think, he immediately turned around, stamping his feet hard on the ground, and chased out like an arrow from a bow.
Executing Qinggong, the Crane Immortal's figure swiftly darted through the woods of Spirit Mountain. Branches whistled by him, leaves were swept up by the wind and fell back down. He focused his gaze on the barely visible shadow ahead, vigilant and eager in his eyes, trying to catch up to the mysterious shadow. But the shadow moved incredibly fast, like a black whirlwind, constantly keeping a certain distance, seemingly teasing him deliberately.
