Evan Yang smiled. "Let's go."
"What? We're just leaving like this?" Hannah Nangong asked, confused.
Evan Yang smiled again, took Hannah Nangong's hand, and said, "Don't let go, or you'll be exposed."
Half skeptical, Hannah let Evan pull her along. Deep down, she felt a rush of excitement and happiness from being led by him. Evan had no idea what she was thinking—he was only focused on getting them out through the window.
Evan had set up a confusion formation at the window, so he walked out at will. With Hannah in tow, they found themselves outside, flying through the air.
As for Darren Bullard and his group, they didn't notice anything unusual—the situation seemed perfectly normal to them.
"Looks like they're really not reacting." Hannah Nangong laughed, seeing Darren Bullard's group still sitting cluelessly at their window.
"Of course. I showed them a few things earlier—now they're probably just sitting there waiting for us to come out." Evan Yang smiled.
"Oh? That's pretty interesting. Your method is really amazing. I've only ever seen people use treasures to hide themselves—never someone who can do it without any artifact." Hannah Nangong said curiously.
"I just tried it once by accident and realized it could work this way." Evan Yang chuckled.
"I see." Hannah Nangong nodded.
As Evan Yang was flying, he suddenly sensed a familiar presence in a certain direction. He extended his divine sense. "Is that him?"
"Who?" Hannah Nangong asked, curious.
"Look at the second floor of that inn across from Snowfall Inn." Evan Yang said to Hannah Nangong.
Following Evan's instructions, Hannah looked over. When she saw the young man sitting there drinking, she exclaimed, "Why is he here too?"
"Doesn't it seem suspicious to you?" Evan Yang said.
"What do you mean?" Hannah Nangong asked, curious.
"Ever since we left the Sanctuary, we've been tracked by the Qing Family—and then by these bullies." Evan Yang said.
"So you're saying...?" Hannah Nangong asked, skeptical.
"If I'm not mistaken, the two of us must have had something done to us, which lets them follow us." Evan Yang remembered the old Qing Family retainer and started suspecting Quinn Qing.
"Like that old man?" Hannah Nangong asked.
"Yeah, that's right. They're from the Qing Family." Evan Yang replied after thinking for a moment.
"Damn, what do we do now? If he's using that tracking method, they'll find us soon." Hannah Nangong said worriedly.
"Come on, I'll take you somewhere first, then we'll go to my inner world and check things out." Evan Yang said, realizing they couldn't keep going like this.
So he sped up and left the city, found a place, then said to Hannah, "Don't resist, I'm taking you somewhere."
Hannah trusted Evan, so she nodded. Her vision went dark, then bright, and she found herself in another space.
Everything was here—even buildings, left behind by people from before. Hannah was curious when she saw so many houses: "Why are there so many buildings here?"
"My friends used to live here, but they couldn't come with me to the Immortal Realm, so they're still in our old world." Evan Yang smiled.
"I see. So what do we do now?" Hannah Nangong asked.
Evan thought for a moment. "I'll bring out that old man," he said, and summoned the old retainer.
The old man was terrified—he'd been shouting for days with no one around. When he saw Evan and Hannah, he quickly pleaded, "Spare me, I'm just a Qing Family underling."
"I'll let you go, but you have to tell us—how did you track us?" Evan Yang asked.
The old man nodded, waved his hand, and a butterfly flew out. It was strange—once released, it immediately found Evan.
"What is it? Why does it follow me?" Evan Yang asked curiously.
"It's a tracking butterfly. They love a special powder made by the Qing Family—if someone gets dusted, the butterfly will track them," the old man explained.
"Is there only one kind of powder? If you want to track lots of people, won't that be a problem?" Evan Yang asked curiously.
"You need to add the person's aura to it. Give that aura to the tracking butterfly, and it will work," the old man explained.
Evan understood now—his Phantom Spirit Bird could search, but this butterfly could track. It was a pretty useful spirit creature.
But Evan quickly calmed down and asked, "Who dusted me with the powder?"
"Me... our young master." the old man said gloomily.