On this day, Fang Bai and his two companions were leisurely wandering the Martial Artists Trading Market in the center of Spirit Lake City. With Fang Bai's perceptive "eyes of wisdom," they had managed to uncover quite a number of treasures.
"Fang Bai, what's wrong?"
On their way back to the Yuezhi Inn, Xia Chenyu noticed Fang Bai's brows furrow occasionally and couldn't help but ask.
Having spent a long time with Fang Bai, Xia Chenyu understood him deeply. Just one look at his expression was enough to tell that something was on his mind.
Li Chenzhou, hearing this, also turned his head towards Fang Bai.
"Someone is following us..."
