Li Weiyi's residence lay only a few miles from the Sui River, with a bustling market district of three streets and a low-roofed fishing quarter of blue-tiled houses in between.
As long as he reached the riverbank, he could leap into the river and escape with his life.
With the ceaseless flow of spiritual power inside him, he could travel beneath the riverbed for a full day and night without suffocating. Other martial cultivators did not possess such enduring spiritual power.
The Ghost Flag was tied around him like a black cloak. Li Weiyi became a rapidly moving black streak, crossing three bustling streets in only a few breaths. In the distance, he could already see the masts and sails of countless boats moored along the Sui River, and faintly hear the fishermen laughing, chatting, and cursing playfully after finishing work.
Suddenly.
An unknown sense of danger swept over him, and every hair on Li Weiyi's body stood on end.
Without a moment's thought, he drove force through his legs. The Clear Void Cicada Evasion Step erupted in an instant, changing his running trajectory.
Bang!
A four-fletched arrow as thick as a thumb slanted down from above.
Its arrowhead sank deeply into the stone paving.
The shaft still protruding from the slab trembled continuously, and was still as tall as a person.
Its flight speed had far exceeded the speed of sound. Only in the next instant did the shrill whistle of the arrow arrive belatedly, drilling into Li Weiyi's ears as he continued fleeing.
Given the terrifying power of that arrow, it was easy to imagine that if he had not dodged it just now, even with the Corpse Cloth Soft Armor and the Ghost Flag, he would have been severely wounded.
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