Worn out,
Dai Huabin deeply regretted not bringing pills or a Soul Tool Milk Bottle that could quickly restore his Soul Power.
He hadn't found any in the Duke's Mansion Treasury, either.
If he hadn't been in such a hurry and afraid of being caught,
he would have been far better prepared!
After flying for a few more minutes,
Dai Huabin, whose Soul Power was nearly depleted again, suddenly heard an unusual sound from behind and to his right. It sounded a lot like the roar of a Soul Tool's flames.
His heart lurched. He immediately turned to look:
A tiny silver-white speck was rapidly growing larger,
speeding straight toward him!
It had to be a high-level Soul Master!
Dai Huabin's pupils shrank. The hair all over his body stood on end.
Instinctively, he tried to squeeze out the last of his Soul Power, frantically urging his Flight Soul Tool to go faster.
He absolutely couldn't get caught!
But he knew he couldn't escape. All he could do was hope his disguise would fool the other person.
Don't notice me, don't notice me, don't notice me...
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
The roar drew closer at terrifying speed.
Dai Huabin's heart pounded as he desperately begged in his mind,
No, no, no, no...
He had nowhere left to turn. If he went back, he'd be crippled, stripped of his Soul Power—or even his Martial Soul!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
But then,
Dai Huabin saw the other person rush right past him, with no intention of stopping at all.
They weren't here to catch me?!
He looked over instinctively, breaking out in a cold sweat,
and met the eyes of the person riding the boat-shaped Flight Soul Tool being towed behind that man. Such a familiar face...
"Buzz—"
In that instant,
time stood still.