Upon hearing this, Chu Feng's spirits lifted. "Is there a way to track him?"
Luo Yan stood up. His hollow eyes looked past the warehouse doors as he said hoarsely:
"Although the thief's Qinggong is superb and the footprints he left are extremely faint, he cannot escape these eyes of mine... Follow me."
With that, Luo Yan strode out.
He would occasionally squat to examine something, then look up toward the distance. A barely perceptible, spectral light would flicker in his Ghost Eye from time to time.
He actually managed to follow the direction Fang Han had fled, tracking him all the way out of Chishui City and onto the main road!
"This way!" Luo Yan pointed northeast. "He left not long ago, no more than four hours!"
Killing intent flashed in Chu Feng's eyes. "After him!"
The group executed their Body Techniques, speeding along the main road.
Although Luo Yan's Cultivation was not high, his Body Technique was peculiar enough that he managed to keep up.
