Ji Yuan's escape speed was naturally beyond anything Shang Yiyi or even her master, Yang Ming, could match. However fast the flying sword flew, Ji Yuan followed just as closely. Moreover, through Ji Yuan's spellcasting, even though multiple restrictions had yet to be lifted, the flying sword's speed at this moment was not much slower than when it had come.
Before long, Ji Yuan had brought Shang Yiyi past the place where they had stopped earlier and swiftly reached the spot where True Person Ziyu had let out his unwilling roar.
Here, the flying sword's trajectory had changed for some time, seeming rather chaotic. At the place where True Person Ziyu had launched the sword, it had even trembled and paused.
Yet, judging from the flying sword's path and combining it with what Shang Yiyi had said before, Ji Yuan had already pictured how True Person Ziyu had launched the flying sword from here. Given the damaged spiritual resonance remaining on the sword, the bloodstained jade pendant had most likely been stained with essence blood from his tongue, enabling the flying sword to escape.
"Mister Ji, Master, he..."
"Don't worry. He'll be fine."
Ji Yuan comforted Shang Yiyi, never slowing his escape as he continued westward, always closely following the flying sword and, to some extent, concealing its own aura.
Though Yang Ming might not be able to accurately trace the direction from which the flying sword had come, Ji Yuan believed following its incoming path could not be wrong. If Yang Ming had gone there, Ji Yuan would naturally be able to rush to his aid. If Yang Ming had not gone there, then Yang Ming likely was not in much danger either.
Yet they flew from day into night. More than half the night had passed, and the