"I hadn't underestimated him. It was just that no matter how I imagined it, I couldn't have guessed at the trump card he was hiding—the Vice Envoy Yao had died to a hidden weapon in a Sword Box. Where had he even gotten it?"
Instructor Li shook his head. "In any case, we shouldn't have let him waste away in Zhuangzi. If we'd sent him to Main Mountain earlier, a lot of trouble could've been avoided."
"But..." He broke into a smile. "If things hadn't gone this way, we wouldn't have stumbled into such an unexpected achievement."
At that moment, even though they had lost track of An Jing's name and whereabouts and had been threatened by him, neither Xu Wenshi nor Instructor Li was worried.
They didn't know An Jing's true strength, but they knew one thing for certain: no matter how strong he was or how many trump cards he had, he was still only one person.
Running through the mountains and wilderness, he could never be faster than a Flying Shuttle.
So what if An Jing could conceal his aura for three or four days, or even evade the scrutiny of Supernatural Abilities?
Let the kid run for a few days. As the Divine Cult's forces in the northwest gradually converged, An Jing's escape would only grow more difficult.
Of course, they weren't entirely without concerns.
The Divine Cult's movements would also put Da Chen and the surrounding sects on alert. If An Jing truly made it to a large city and sought refuge with the Da Chen authorities, their operation would be over.
But the nearest city on the frontier guarded by a Da Chen Martial Meridian Grandmaster was still four thousand li away, and the Divine Cult's forces were gathering nearby to block his way.