Once they were a safe distance away, Cheng Zongyang let out a sigh of relief. He had finally survived this ordeal.
However, after walking just a few hundred meters, he suddenly stopped and gazed at the two distant, shrinking figures.
'So it's those two!'
He then remembered seeing those two asking for directions when his aunt had brought his younger cousins to the village.
They were obviously two Martial Artists with Eighth Grade Cultivation. Though he wasn't entirely sure if they were truly Eighth Grade.
But now, in this situation, he suddenly felt something was wrong, though he couldn't put his finger on what it was.
'These two arrived two days ago but haven't entered the County Town. Instead, they're just watching from a distance. Judging by their expressions, are they just here to watch the show?'
'Was it just his imagination?'
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Chen of the Cheng Family asked worriedly, noticing her nephew had suddenly stopped walking.
