In the empty valley, Yue Qianchou flew swiftly through the densely shaded forests on three sides, searching. Yet even after sweeping the area several times with both his eyes and divine sense, he found no trace of Yan Zhuixing.
Remembering Yan Zhuixing's shout of "Escape" before fleeing, Yue Qianchou rose into the sky and surveyed the vast mountains around him. To find someone deliberately hiding in these boundless mountains—how could that be easy? A sense of helplessness rose within him. That fellow had probably truly escaped.
"Not good!" Yue Qianchou suddenly cried out. He recalled Yan Zhuixing telling Xin Lao San to steal ten pots of Seven Star Blood Orchids from Lu Yanqing. Hadn't he himself given Lu Yanqing exactly ten pots of Seven Star Blood Orchids? If those ten pots fell into Yan Zhuixing's hands again, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Xin Lao San was long gone from the valley. Without hesitation, Yue Qianchou sped toward Lingfang Valley, pushing his flying speed to the utmost limit his cultivation could sustain as he raced through the air, his heart burning with anxiety. In an instant, a figure vanished into the distance... The valley was a complete mess, the ground strewn with chaos and pocked with craters everywhere.
After a night of turmoil, dawn was already faintly breaking, red light appearing in the east as sunrise drew near. The vast mountain ranges rushed backward beneath him. Yue Qianchou, flying at high speed, suddenly frowned and slowed down...
With his speed, he definitely could not catch Xin Lao San. But that was not the most important matter. The key was that Lu Yanqing and Yan Zhuixing were birds of a feather. There should be two Spirit Transformation stage experts in Lingfang Valley. He had killed three of Lu Yanqing's disciples—wouldn't rushing over