Arguing with one's incarnation was, in essence, still just talking to oneself.
Shen Tang herself had to carry this blame, no matter how many times she tried to toss it around.
"Catch up to her. She's just an ordinary person—what, did she grow wings and fly away?" Shen Tang was certain this Madam Shen was nothing more than an ordinary person with no cultivation talent. Even if she ran herself ragged, she couldn't have gone far. "Unless someone came to receive her."
Shen Tang formed a rough guess.
Seeing the teahouse burn to ashes in barely a dozen breaths increasingly confirmed her suspicions. Then again, it made sense. The chaotic age was a furnace. Even ordinary people found it hard to survive in familiar surroundings, let alone someone like Madam Shen, who opened teahouses everywhere.
Who knew how many dangers she might encounter on the road?
The fact that she had lived safely until now, especially with the Central Branch secretly hunting down special-bloodline descendants on a massive scale, meant she must have had some reliance. Whether or not Shen Tang had exposed Madam Shen's identity, the moment Shen Tang left, Madam Shen had slipped away right behind her.
Without the slightest hesitation.
"Today's weather is helping her, too." Rain could dilute scents and conceal traces. Shen Tang lowered her eyes to the muddy puddles beneath her feet and muttered, "I didn't detect a third person nearby just now. Fooling me would require more than strength surpassing mine... But if the other party really possessed that level of strength, why would they let her command them?"
The stronger a Martial Gall Warrior was, the harder they were to subdue.
The original body's voice sounded in her mind.
"It isn't impossible for someone to let her command them. Xiang Zhao and