The sky was dim. This was a desolate plain without a trace of human habitation. Suddenly, a streak of fleeing light appeared on the horizon; within the glow, the slender, graceful figure of a young girl flickered in and out of sight.
Xiahou Lan's face was somewhat pale. She lightly bit her pearly teeth and turned back from time to time, looking behind her with some fear.
Yet there was nothing there.
But that was only because the eye could not see it. With the divine sense of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, she could already feel that old monster drawing closer and closer. Not long ago, he had still been two hundred li away, but now, after only the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the distance had shortened by half.
Yet the speed of her fleeing light had already reached its limit.
Xiahou Lan sighed softly. She had never imagined that she, the dignified daughter of a Loose Immortal, would fall into such a sorry state.
If this were the upper realm, a mere Lihe Realm cultivator would not be worth putting in her eyes at all.
She shook her head. Thinking about that now was meaningless. Though the situation was dangerous, she did not regret it. If that bald donkey came after her, Big Brother could turn danger into safety.
Xiahou Lan was a girl who knew to repay kindness. If it were Princess Xinyue, it would already be good if she did not repay kindness with enmity, let alone expect her to sacrifice herself for others.
One body, two souls, and yet different environments had long since shaped completely different personalities.
However, Xiahou Lan naturally was not willing to simply fall here either.
How should she escape?
While pushing her fleeing speed to the