If Yichen was sprinting with brute force, then Lin Xuan was riding the wind.
A breathtaking chase unfolded within the gorge.
Yichen desperately pushed the Innate Technique to its limits. Veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat poured down like rain.
Listening to the wind behind him, he silently prayed that he could shake off his pursuer.
Yet whenever he looked back, he would despair to find that the white figure had not fallen behind at all. Instead, it was drawing ever closer, becoming clearer and clearer.
That sense of oppression was nearly suffocating.
"Master, this road is a little uneven. Be careful not to fall."
Lin Xuan's teasing voice rang in his ears like a death knell. "Your Lightness Skill is far too stiff. If Master Yideng's spirit is watching from heaven, seeing you use his Lightness Skill like this, he'd probably be furious enough to come back to life."
"Shut up! Shut up! Aaargh!"
Yichen was driven nearly mad by those words, yet he did not dare stop and fight back.
One ahead and one behind, the two passed through the narrow gorge and arrived at a relatively open slope strewn with rubble.
"Alright, warm-up's over."
Lin Xuan's voice suddenly turned cold.
The next instant, his speed abruptly doubled!
A blur flashed past. Lin Xuan actually leaped directly over Yichen's head and lightly landed atop a massive boulder ahead of him, completely blocking his path.
"Why were you running so fast? I haven't even broken a sweat." Looking down from above, Lin Xuan watched the panting, sweat-drenched Yichen with a faint smile.
Yichen suddenly stopped, crushing the loose stones beneath his feet. He looked around in despair. Lin Xuan stood before him, sheer cliffs hemmed him in on both sides, and behind him lay a dead end.
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