Yang Fan let out a cold laugh upon hearing those words. Just then, as he was walking straight ahead, his step faltered slightly, but he quickly resumed his steady pace.
Even this slight change aroused anger and surprise in that voice from before!
"What? Where are you going, where do you want to go? Come back quickly!"
Yang Fan ignored the voice, secretly smirking in his heart: Do you think such petty tricks can toy with me?
Yang Fan was an expert in Arrays. Although there were many who surpassed him in array creation, very few could match his understanding and dismantling of arrays.
He continued forward, now ready for battle, as he had broken through a rather impressive Maze.
Indeed, less than a hundred meters ahead, a seemingly frail figure appeared—behind him, not in front.
However, the figure did not attack but stood gracefully, lamenting:
"Why are you ignoring me... Don't you like me anymore? Have you abandoned me?"
