Golden light slashed across the sky.
Zhang Yuan sat inside the carriage, looking back at the Nether Bureau Ghost Soldiers and Ghost General pursuing them relentlessly at tremendous speed, his gaze grave.
Although the Ghost Soldiers using Skyflight or traveling on foot were not slow, they fell far short of the [Golden Carriage Luan Chariot]'s escape speed. Only the Ghost General at Celestial Person Perfection and the few Ghost Soldiers at the late Celestial Person stage kept shuttling through the Great Void, almost matching the [Golden Carriage Luan Chariot]'s speed.
The instant the [Golden Carriage Luan Chariot] vanished from a spot, those Ghost Soldiers and the Ghost General would appear there. It was no exaggeration to say they were just one step away from catching up.
Fortunately, despite that seemingly single step, the Ghost Soldiers and Ghost General behind them could not close the distance no matter what they tried.
Zhang Yuan lowered the window curtain and turned toward Cui Zhaowei, whose pretty face was frosty. Remembering that she had seemed about to say something before they fled, he asked:
"We're safe for the moment now, Miss Zhaowei. What were you going to say?"
At his question, Cui Zhaowei looked into Zhang Yuan's sincere eyes and, for the first time, felt helpless. She said:
"Young Master Zhang, I meant to say that I'm already a Celestial Person. I can travel on my own. There's no need for you to grab my shoulders."
Quite apart from the fact that she was already a Celestial Person, what left her most helpless was that every time Zhang Yuan took her along as he fled, he grabbed her shoulders. The only exception was at the [Ascending Mountain Pass], when he had held her around the waist. It was not as though there was nowhere