"This is a Tracking Soul Tool. Sealed inside it is the lingering aura of one of the people on the experimental subject list. That experimental subject once stayed at the base in Clear Wind Valley, and I collected the traces of Soul Power she left on the inner wall of a container. As long as she is still within a hundred li of the Saint Soul Mountain Range, this Soul Tool can point us in her direction."
Su Chen looked at the tiny Soul Tool in her palm. Silver threads drifted slowly inside it, like a little snake trapped in amber. He suddenly felt that Qian Renxue's thoroughness far exceeded his imagination. Even amid a battle as chaotic as the one in Clear Wind Valley, she had actually still had the presence of mind to collect such minute clues.
"Then we'll rely on it," Su Chen said.
When the Tea Stall's Landlady came over to collect the bowls, she glanced at them a couple more times, probably because she felt the four of them did not dress like ordinary people, but she did not ask any questions.
By the time the carriage set out again, the sun had already begun to tilt westward. The coachman cracked his whip with a sharp snap, and the horses' hooves struck the gravel road with crisp clopping sounds. No one in the carriage spoke. Only the dull rumble of the wheels rolling over stones and earth, mixed with the sound of the wind, poured in through the gaps in the curtain. Su Chen leaned against the wall of the carriage, his left hand resting on the splint on his right arm, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the cool metal surface. He could feel the bone slowly healing, that faint itch rising from deep in