"Stop running. They can't catch up anymore," Master Jia said as he got up from the ground.
"Huh?" Jiang Tianhao and the others stopped abruptly and looked behind them. The dense ranks of Netherworld Soldiers had vanished, as though nothing had happened.
"That was close..." Only then did the three of them breathe a sigh of relief and wipe the cold sweat from their foreheads. Qin Wenhan even dropped onto the ground.
It had been a terrifyingly close call. Only the three of them could have endured it. Ordinary people probably would have died of fright before the Netherworld Soldiers even attacked.
The three stared at one another without saying a word.
Master Jia was still mourning the loss of his two treasures, his face creased with misery.
After a long while, Shen Beichen was the first to recover. He turned to Master Jia and asked casually, "Master Jia, there's something I'd like to ask... What talisman did you use just now? It seemed incredibly powerful."
Though his tone was casual, the faint flicker in his eyes betrayed his inner agitation.
"The Heaven-Escaping Talisman," Master Jia replied offhandedly, glancing up at him.
"It really was the Heaven-Escaping Talisman? So it actually exists." Shen Beichen's eyes lit up. He stepped forward and asked Master Jia eagerly, "Do you have any more? Could you sell me one... Name your price..."
"No..." Master Jia sighed. "My master gave it to me on his deathbed... That was the last one..."
"Oh..." The gleam in Shen Beichen's eyes faded. Still unwilling to give up, he asked, "Do you know anyone who has one of these talismans?"
"I once heard my master say that these talismans came from Mount Qingcheng..." Master Jia frowned in thought. "But apparently, none have appeared in thirty years. I'm afraid the