On the outskirts of Linjiang City, a young man of around twenty was running for his life. Not paying attention for a split second, he tripped and scraped his knees, but he didn't even spare a second to look down at the wound before scrambling back up to run for his dear life.
Not far behind, Lv Yun trailed along at a leisurely pace, like a cat toying with a mouse, always hanging right behind the young man. "Meng Xiaoyu, hand over that key."
Meng Xiaoyu, the son of Meng Zhaotong, shook his head desperately and kept running.
Chapter 636