Qin Feiyang fled the hall as if his life depended on it. Seeing that the beautiful woman hadn't pursued him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But immediately after, a hint of doubt crept into his eyes.
If the beautiful woman had wanted to forcefully keep him here, he would have had no chance to escape. He wouldn't even have been able to enter the ancient castle. But why didn't she stop him?
"You managed to escape alive?" At the same time, seeing Qin Feiyang run out unscathed, the burly man and the others looked surprised.
"Disappointed, are you?" Qin Feiyang sneered disdainfully, and without looking back, he launched himself into the sky.
"Qin Feiyang, you dare to return!"
Suddenly, a hateful roar rang out from below. Before the words had even faded, a middle-aged man dressed in a tiger-skin coat shot into the sky, radiating a terrifying murderous aura.
