A moment later, Yue Ling'er opened her eyes and looked northwest.
"I remember where it came from just now. It should be three hundred li away."
"Three hundred li?"
Lin Qing pondered.
At their pace, three hundred li would take at least two hours.
Could Ji Han hold out that long while trapped by a horde of Baleful Fiends?
Seeing Lin Qing deep in thought, Yue Ling'er anxiously opened her mouth again, seemingly about to urge him to save Ji Han.
But Lin Qing spoke first. "There's no time to lose. Let's go."
"Yes, let's go! Grandpa was right about you."
Yue Ling'er nodded hard.
Without another word, they pushed off at the same time and raced northwest.
Lin Qing drove the Flying Dragon Art at full force. Like a streak of black lightning, he hurtled across the wasteland.
Though Yue Ling'er's cultivation was below his, her Innate Spirit Body let her keep pace over long distances. One behind the other, they cut two long afterimages through the windblown sand.
Ordinarily, three hundred li would have taken them most of a day.
But now they pushed their speed to its limit. They barely spoke, wanting only to go faster and reach Ji Han.
A little over an hour later, they finally reached the vicinity of the location marked by the Blood-Soul Jade.
Night had fallen completely. Murky gray clouds hid every star and the moon, plunging the land into cold darkness.
Lin Qing and Yue Ling'er had run three hundred li without stopping. Neither spoke; neither paused to rest.
Ji Han's cry for help kept echoing in their ears.
They dared not waste a moment.
The terrain ahead began to change. The flat wasteland rose, and towering cliffs appeared on either side, their jagged rocks heavily weathered.
This appeared to