Zha Muxi closed her eyes, centering her mind as she sensed the faint fluctuations pulsing from the Jade Talisman. A moment later, she opened her eyes and looked toward the north. "Over there."
With a flash, she transformed into a streak of light and darted northward. The others hurried to follow, but Zha Muxi's speed was so blindingly fast that she left them far behind in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, a thousand miles to the north, in a canyon, Zha Xu was supporting the injured Qian Lin, making their way with difficulty through a field of jagged rocks. Qian Lin had a savage wound on her right shoulder, and blood had already stained half her clothes. Her face was as pale as paper, yet she forced herself to stand without collapsing.
Chapter 181