As a True Dragon at celestial person perfection, Wenren Changguang flew through the air with tremendous speed. Yet Zhang Yuan and Qin Tianyi were both skilled in escape arts, and as the pursuit continued, the distance between them slowly narrowed.
"I wonder what that jade slip is..."
Seated cross-legged on the Golden Carriage, Zhang Yuan recalled the jade slip Wenren Changguang had produced.
The jade slip gave off no treasured radiance and bore no conceptual image of pre-heaven artifact treasures. But as a Foundation Establishment Celestial, he had no need to examine an opportunity with his eyes. Simply encountering it would bring a flash of insight, letting him recognize it as something good.
That was why, despite having been at daggers drawn with Wenren Shangzhi moments earlier, they had turned around and cooperated to explore the Traveling Palace in search of opportunities. There was no other reason: they had both sensed something good and set their grudges aside for the time being.
As Zhang Yuan muttered to himself, a voice suddenly came from beside him.
It did not belong to Chi Guanguan or Ao Xiu on his shoulders. Judging by its tone, it was a relatively unfamiliar voice.
"Perhaps it's the secret art that Fire Dragon used to evade the Nether Bureau's searches?"
Zhang Yuan jolted and turned toward Tan Yaozheng, who sat beside him speaking. His arm shot out like a python bursting from the grass, his five fingers clamping around her neck like iron pincers.
Since she faced no lethal threat, Great Heng's national fortune did not activate to protect her. Tan Yaozheng could only let Zhang Yuan seize her by the neck.
Zhang Yuan's gaze darkened slightly. "Ji Guang, I know it's you..." he said gravely.
When he had driven the Golden Carriage away from the Traveling