Having witnessed Ye Guichen's power, they did not want a direct confrontation with him at all.
The stout man named Zhu Biao, upon seeing Ye Guichen, suddenly flung the fan in his hand outward.
A cloud of white powder scattered towards Ye Guichen's eyes.
Ye Guichen knew that if that stuff got into his eyes, he definitely wouldn't be able to open them for a while, so he instinctively blocked it with his hand.
As a result, by the time Ye Guichen took his hand away, those two had already vanished without a trace.
However, Ye Guichen was not in a hurry at all.
With the remnants of souls guiding him, there was no way those two could escape.
"Hehe." Ye Guichen chuckled, and after leaving the teahouse, he nodded toward the air.
Most people could not see anything in the air, but those remnants of souls were Ye Guichen's eyes; Zhu Biao and the other person simply couldn't escape.
He strolled down the street leisurely, walking more than ten miles until he reached a dense forest.
