C1293 The Failure of Suppression

The palm wind dissolved into the inky darkness of the night, merely stirring up a breeze from nowhere. It was as if Zhang Xing had never been there at all. Tong Nanny's divine sense had been firmly fixed on Zhang Xing. No matter how swift he moved, he couldn't outpace the divine sense of the Nine Star Venerable One. Yet, inexplicably, Zhang Xing had vanished