Qian Renxue took out the fingernail-sized Tracking Soul Tool and placed it in her palm. Silver threads slowly drifted inside its transparent shell, pointing toward the southeast of the basin. "She is indeed in this mountain range," Qian Renxue said, staring at that strand of silver thread for a while. "The distance is still at least over thirty li, but the direction is clear. Tomorrow, we'll head that way and adjust as we go."
Su Chen reached out and took the Soul Tool, bringing it close to his eyes for a careful look. The silver thread moved in a very regular pattern, like a tiny magnetic needle slowly pointing toward a fixed direction. Occasionally, it trembled lightly, as if sensing some disturbance. "Could it be interfered with by other Soul Power sources?" he asked.
"No," Qian Renxue said. "This trace of Soul Power comes from that experimental subject's own Origin Soul Power, so it's highly unique. Even if there are other Soul Power sources nearby, they can't confuse its direction. Unless her Soul Power is completely drained or covered and sealed by some method, this Soul Tool will keep following her."
Su Chen returned the Soul Tool to her and nodded thoughtfully. Sitting across from them, Chen Hao yawned, his eyes a little bloodshot. Clearly, he had not fully recovered from pushing his body too far. Zhang Wan added a pine branch to the Bonfire, and the flames suddenly leaped higher, lighting up a shallow scar on the side of her face. It had been cut by flying gravel during the battle in Clear Wind Valley, and now a layer of pale pink scab had formed over it.
"We'll take turns keeping watch tonight," Qian Renxue said. "Chen Hao, you take the first half of the night. At midnight, switch