Three days later, on a desolate plain three hundred miles outside the Huanhuan Sect, a rugged, bearded man was fleeing in a sorry state. The flying puppet he was piloting wobbled precariously, puffing out trails of black smoke from time to time.
"You little thief! If you have the guts to peek while we bathe, have the guts to stop running!"
Five female cultivators from the Huanhuan Sect were in hot pursuit. The woman in red leading the group was fuming, her face flushed with rage as she raised her hand and hurled a scorching fireball.
Chapter 96