Zhang Chen extended his hand, and the Buzhou Seal shrank, held in the palm of his hand. Staring at the two fleeing figures, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He was about to unleash the seal once more when Zhuge Cheng, in his flight, seemed to sense the danger, turning back to unleash the Ice Soul Divine Light, forcing Zhang Chen to use an Escape Technique to evade. By the time he tried to use the Buzhou Seal again, they had already disappeared.
He thought of deploying Divine Techniques to pursue them but hesitated, wary of the formidable Ice Soul Divine Light. Yet he had many aces up his sleeve, including the Golden Scissors and Sun Embers, which he hadn't used yet. Confident in his ability to kill the two, he considered that the troublesome nature of the Ice Soul Divine Light might lead to a prolonged chase. As myriad thoughts raced through Zhang Chen's mind, suddenly a shrill cry echoed from afar: "Young Master!"
