That was Song Haocang's final response. Then he drove his Spirit Artifact harder, accelerating his escape light and fleeing northwest at a speed far beyond that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
"Hmph!"
He kept his word and honored his promise. His character is decent enough.
But since he has offended me, this matter certainly won't end here.
Once I form my Golden Core, I will repay today's humiliation!
As he fled at full speed, countless thoughts churned through Song Haocang's mind.
He did appreciate and approve of Liu Yu's decision to keep his promise.
But whenever he thought of being stopped and forced to swear a heart-demon oath, irrepressible hatred surged within him.
He gritted his teeth, a venomous look flashing in his eyes.
His escape light raced through the mountains. As the distance grew, he became increasingly safe.
Song Haocang suppressed his hatred, joy rising at having survived the ordeal, yet a treasonous thought also emerged in his mind.
What he failed to notice, however, was that a tiny, concealed divine sense mark, exceedingly difficult to detect, had silently settled on him.
It had been placed without a sound during their earlier conversation.
This was merely a minor trick, an ordinary little technique from the Divine Preservation Art, nowhere near as profound as the secret art of Soul Searching.
Yet although it was a minor trick, it was extremely useful.
The approximate location of this divine sense mark could be sensed, making it convenient for tracking.
It was perfectly suited to the present situation.
With Liu Yu's divine sense already surpassing the Foundation Establishment Realm, his growing familiarity with its use, and his proficiency in this technique, he had little reason to worry about discovery.
At least, ordinary cultivators without special methods would find it almost impossible to