Lu Ruochang knew that if another Golden Core cultivator intercepted them, she feared she would not even be able to transform into a sword!
Behind the tens of thousands of sword cultivators, beneath the pitch-black night sky, the straight rain threads that seemed to connect heaven and earth gave off a strange white light. Wails rang out from time to time, as did bursts of explosions, yet there was not the slightest trace of Dao Sect cultivators giving chase!
Lu Ruochang knew this was the most real possibility, yet a flicker of hope still rose within her heart. The instant it appeared, she strangled it herself and said, "Senior Sister Ruoling, the Dao Sect cultivators have already won a great victory and beaten us into such a miserable state. As long as they have even a little sense... they absolutely will not pursue us any farther..."
Ruoling naturally knew the cultivators could not possibly give chase. She merely wanted to comfort Lu Ruochang. With a curl of her lips, she smiled. "Who knows? During this Sword Cultivator Great Battle, those Golden Core cultivators in Xuntian City's Council Hall did not know how many senseless things they did, nor how many cultivators they got killed! Even if they came after us—even if their heads truly were those of Jura Beasts—I would believe it!"
"Hahaha~" Warmth filled Lu Ruochang's heart, and she could not help laughing. Her smile was extraordinarily beautiful, like a crystal-clear ice sculpture blooming atop an iceberg...
"Lu... Sword Friend Lü... the cultivators really... really are chasing after us..." Zhu Chengye, several zhang away from them, had no desire to join the conversation between the two female sword cultivators. He harbored no small grievance toward Lu Ruochang, but when he involuntarily looked back, he could not help crying out