"Junior Brother Luo, Steward, you two go on ahead," Fang Han said.
"I have a small matter to attend to. I'll catch up with you shortly."
Luo Yuntian's expression changed. His gaze grew serious as he asked, "Senior Brother Fang, did you discover something?"
The Qingxuan Sect Steward also turned back, a look of confusion on his face.
"It's nothing bad. I'll catch up soon."
Fang Han offered no further explanation. He simply gave the two a slight nod, then his figure blurred, and he shot out of the carriage.
WHOOSH—
His green robes whipped in the wind. Fang Han's figure, like a streak of pale green light, shot toward the dense forest to the right of the main road. After just a few bounds, he vanished among the trees.
Luo Yuntian stared in the direction Fang Han had vanished, a flicker of confusion in his otherwise calm eyes.
