Heaven-Masking Stone

After several days of travel, the sensation of being watched remained.

Chen Lin's mood grew heavier. Once something had set its sights on him, it seemed there was no shaking it off. Worse, he had no idea when it might strike. He could only stay on high alert, which was exhausting.

He had considered all sorts of possibilities along the way, but none had led anywhere. In the end, he could only take things as they came.

The swamp was far away, and reaching it on foot would take a long time. Since he could not escape that watchful gaze, Chen Lin repaired his Qi Balloon and took to the air again.

The Qi Balloon was not fast, but it beat trudging across the snow, and it spared him the effort.

He flew on for another two days.

That day, as Chen Lin kept watch and steered the Qi Balloon, he suddenly spotted three black specks ahead.

Startled, he thought the Tianluo Race had come to intercept him. He immediately opened the Qi Balloon's release valve and leaped down into the snow.

He held the Black Saber before him, ready to fight.

But he soon realized the newcomers were not members of the Tianluo Race. They were cultivators.

Two men and a woman, all three radiating mana fluctuations and looking panic-stricken.

They moved incredibly fast and reached him in an instant.

Chen Lin did not lower his guard.

For cultivators to use mana out in the open, they must have encountered a life-or-death crisis. Either the Tianluo Race was after them, or something else had left them no choice.

"Run, fellow cultivator! The Tianluo Race has caught up!"

As the three passed overhead, the woman shouted to Chen Lin.

Chen Lin did not move.

When the Tianluo Race hunted cultivators,