Bronze Key Coffin

Mi He raised a hand and slapped the spirit beast pouch at her waist.

A demonic beast that resembled both a deer and a horse suddenly appeared.

Mi He's spirit beast was called the Wind-Scale Beast. It was ten feet long, its entire body covered in fine blue-gray scales. Clear wind swirled beneath its hooves; it was a wind-element demonic beast.

The moment Song Wen saw the mid-fourth-rank Wind-Scale Beast appear, he knew he could not be Mi He's match. Using the dense forest to conceal himself, he fled into the distance.

High in the sky, Mi He noticed Song Wen's movements, but she did not pursue him. Instead, she put away the mutton-fat white jade and waited where she was.

Pain twisted her face. One hand pressed against her forehead as her weak body clung tightly to the Wind-Scale Beast's back, as though she could barely remain standing only with the beast's support.

A few breaths later, Lei Yue hurried over.

"Fellow Daoist Mi He, are you injured?" Lei Yue asked with concern.

"That man is actually skilled in divine-sense attacks. I was careless just now and fell for his trick. My sea of consciousness suffered some shock," Mi He said.

"What? He can use divine-sense attacks as well?" Lei Yue asked in astonishment.

"Yes." Mi He nodded. A trace of discomfort still lingered between her brows. "But there is no need to worry too much. He should have only recently entered the Nascent Soul Realm, so the strength of his divine sense is limited. As long as you guard your sea of consciousness, his divine-sense attacks cannot harm either of us. I was merely careless and suffered a minor injury. After resting and regulating my breathing for a moment, I should recover."

After taking several breaths, Mi He