Ming Qi skimmed close to the ground. At that moment, she was like a passing breeze, blowing the fine drizzle slantwise aside...
She looked up at the sky. The light rain in this area had already grown sparse, and amid the half-dark, half-pale clouds, a patch of wan sunlight appeared.
After escaping the grand formation last night, how could she have dared to linger? If she escaped the formation only to remain within someone else's Divine Sense range, she would still be in danger.
Thus, gritting her teeth, she used a "Sky's End Talisman," and her heart bled at the loss.
Such talismans were difficult to find even in the markets. She and her younger sister had only four of these transmission talismans in total, and they were exceedingly precious.
Given their wealth, buying even one apiece would have practically emptied their coffers. This was also one of their strongest means of preserving their lives.
Yet she could not determine the cultivation of the strongest among these enemies. Merely judging from the formation they had set up was enough to make Ming Qi's heart pound with terror.
She had gone all out and still nearly failed to break free of the formation. She had not encountered such a situation in many years.
With a single transmission talisman, Ming Qi had traveled eighty thousand li. What made her so frustrated she could spit blood was that she had hoped the transmission would bring her closer to Idle Crane Manor.
Naturally, she wanted to complete her mission at the very least. Otherwise, would this trip not have become an even greater loss?
Yet the outcome she had hoped for was precisely contrary to her wishes. As soon as the transmission ended, Ming Qi first checked whether anyone had tracked her here.
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