There came refreshing wind, but the bloodshed remained. Looking at the person in the bamboo hat standing at the mouth of the alley, Fan Xian somehow guessed he was a sorcerer, the unimportant one of the group. The figure didn’t realize the danger due to Fan Xian almost dying at the hands of that brute.
The figure politely saluted Fan Xian and prepared to leave.
There was about twelve meters between them. That sorcerer specialized in wind sorcery and therefore was confident in his ability to escape. Except for the Four Great Grandmasters, there were no one in the world who could catch him, especially not the gravely injured Fan Xian—with the assassination plan failed, it was natural for him to leave in a dignified manner.