C750 The Crowd Gathered by the Lake

Wu Chen followed Luo Zixiao's trail, but he couldn't find any trace of him.

"Did I go in the wrong direction?"

Wu Chen scratched his head helplessly.

"Heavenly Listening Spell!"

Wu Chen used this secret technique. In an instant, his ears seemed to be glowing with a golden light. Like a radar, it trembled slightly and spread out with an almost undetectable frequency