High in the air, Ying Yang and the wounded Liang Qian were racing toward the outskirts of the city.
Behind them pursued Su Qingwan, peerless in her white robes. Yet the beautiful eyes of this normally gentle, graceful woman now brimmed with murderous fury.
"Trying to run?" she snapped. A faint white halo rose around her, and with a slight flicker, she became a blur, soaring through the air after Liang Qian and Ying Yang.
Innate Realm cultivators could tread upon the wind and remain airborne for extended periods, but Su Qingwan's movement technique was clearly even more powerful. Swift as lightning, she closed the distance between herself and the two men in an instant.
Ahead, Liang Qian and Ying Yang were also flying at full speed.
"This wretched bitch is utterly relentless!" Liang Qian said, looking back at Su Qingwan.
"She's the most outstanding disciple of this generation at the Pure Moon Convent. Having her on our heels is trouble."
Watching Su Qingwan pursue them, Ying Yang's eyes showed wariness, lust, and a determination to possess her.
Liang Qian, meanwhile, looked rather bedraggled. His dragon robe was torn, and a deep wound lay beneath his ribs, inflicted when Great Yan's Innate Realm cultivators surrounded him during his breakout. As he circulated his true origin, the wound ached as though it were tearing open, slowing him further.
Catching the ever-closer white figure out of the corner of his eye, Ying Yang's heart tightened. He knew full well that Su Qingwan had become even more terrifying since advancing to the Innate Realm.
He had not expected Su Qingwan to come. Apparently, she had come specifically to take revenge on him.
"Your Majesty, go on ahead," he told Liang Qian.
Then he turned toward Su Qingwan.
"Miss Su, it seems you still