Fang Shu flew above the Hundred Thousand Mountains in high spirits.
He had already begun planning how to spend the thirty thousand top-grade spirit stones in his purse once he entered the Moral Profound Teaching.
But after he had traveled a thousand li, his brow suddenly furrowed.
Looking back, Fang Shu saw a straight streak of Purple Spiritual Light hurtling toward him. It was even faster than the Scarlet-Gold Spiritual Light he normally rode.
Well, would you look at that. I'm already a thousand li away, and someone can still catch up. He grumbled inwardly.
He felt not a trace of panic. Instead, a cold smile crossed his face.
After a careful look confirmed that there was only one streak of Purple Spiritual Light and no one following behind it, a plan formed in Fang Shu's mind.
He immediately dropped lower and changed direction, trying to conceal himself among the contours and vegetation deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
He meant to flicker in and out of sight among the wooded hills, luring the Purple Spiritual Light farther away before making his move.
Yet wherever he hid, the Purple Spiritual Light flew straight toward him, as though some kind of sensing mark had been placed on his body.
That did, in fact, give Fang Shu a jolt of alarm.
He had checked again and again: apart from the nearly twenty thousand spirit stones, he had taken nothing from the Witch-Ghost Dao. When erasing his traces, he had even dispersed and reformed his physical body to remove any tracking marks, tracking powder, or similar things that might have landed on it.
And despite all that, someone from Witch Valley had still managed to tamper with him without his noticing?!
The Witch-Ghost Dao certainly lives up to its vile reputation!
So when