The warehouse had been picked clean. Just as Fang Han was about to turn and leave—
Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.
Through the perception of his "Thousand Mile Soul Lock," the Second-Grade aura, which had been calm and steady, suddenly fluctuated.
It had broken free from a deep state of Cultivation or sleep, and its aura's fluctuations had become violent.
Moreover, the aura was now moving at an incredible speed.
Its direction was straight toward the warehouse.
'I've been discovered?'
Fang Han's heart skipped a beat.
He had no time for shock or doubt. He pushed the Wind God Step to its absolute limit, his figure transforming into a faint, barely perceptible streak of light as he shot out of the warehouse.
Under the moonlight, his speed was astonishing, almost blending into the night wind.
The very instant he left the warehouse, a figure had already charged over, closing in.
