"Where do you think you're running?"
Heavily wounded, the Celestial Concealment was nowhere near as fast as Lin Chang'sheng. In no time at all, he was caught up.
"You—you don't want to know where Yu Wenjing is?"
Celestial Concealment knew that today, fate had finally caught up with him—he couldn't escape his doom.
He tried to use Yu Wenjing's life as leverage over Lin Chang'sheng.
"If I'm not mistaken, she's probably nearby, isn't she?"
Lin Chang'sheng speculated coldly.
He was certain Yu Wenjing was still alive—if she weren't, the enemy wouldn't have any bargaining chips left.
They would definitely try to threaten him with Yu Wenjing again.
And Lin Chang'sheng's guess was right.
Celestial Concealment had indeed intended to use Yu Wenjing to coerce him.
Unfortunately for him, his fleeing speed was too slow. Before he could reach where Yu Wenjing was kept, Lin Chang'sheng had already caught up with him.
