Blood Saber Saint glanced at Xiao Heng again, then waved his hand impatiently, as though swatting away flies.
"Get lost! Just looking at you annoys me!"
Xiao Yan lowered his hand and exchanged looks with the others. No one let down their guard. They circulated their Dou Qi and fled west at full speed—or rather, flew.
Watching them rapidly vanish into the distance, Blood Saber Saint glanced in the direction they had left, then at his saber. Afterward, he found the broken half of the blade amid the ruins below.
The cut was smooth and clean. Yet the cleaner it was, the more regretful Blood Saber Saint felt.
He did not want to let them leave, but the person inside was someone he truly could not afford to provoke.
In the end, he could only sigh helplessly and put away the two pieces of the saber.
Looking toward the depths of the Heaven Tomb, whether in relief or fear, he muttered to himself, "Hmph! This time, you should owe me a favor and spare me, shouldn't you?"
Though he had already fallen, how could a man with ambitions resign himself to such a fate? Thus, even now, when he was neither truly human nor ghost, he still wanted to survive. That was why he had spared Xiao Yan and the others.
His gaze swept over the direction Xiao Yan and the others had gone. After thinking for a moment, he followed them again.
"Ah, forget it. I'll see this good deed through and send you a little farther!"
Xiao Heng and the others sped onward until they had left the previous location by several dozen li. Only then did they slow down and return to the ground.
They could not remain airborne for too long in this place. Otherwise, the