Yi Jue reacted instantly. She shook her head instinctively. "No, your cultivation is too low. I should be the one to call out."
Feng Jun glanced at her, then shook his head decisively. "Your cultivation is higher, but when it comes to running away, you're really much worse than me."
"That's true," Yi Jue said with a smile, blinking. "Do you need me to stand guard for you?"
"You'd better leave," Feng Jun replied seriously. "Otherwise, I'll have to take you with me when I run, and the chances of success will drop."
Yi Jue shook her head, rose without another word, and left. She had always acted with exceptional decisiveness.
However, after leaving the Traveling Residence, she did not go far. She flew close to the ground for over ten thousand li, then stopped and entered a small grove.
The trees here were meant to be felled for tools. There were no Spirit Wood Dao saplings and no particularly precious species, but the Wood Envoy's aura could cling to them very well, concealing her presence. Even a Nascent Soul True Immortal should not be able to detect her.
Yi Jue had always been close to spirit plants. She first merged her aura into the grove, then separated a tiny strand of Divine Sense and extended it toward Feng Jun's Traveling Residence.
Feng Jun was in no hurry to call out. He knew Yi Jue could not conveniently travel by means of a Space Tear, and if she flew close to the ground, it would still take time to get farther away.
The Defensive Formation of his Traveling Residence was activated, but it was only at the Emergence from Dust level—though even the highest Golden Core level would not have been able to block this strand of Yi Jue's Divine