Qin Xin felt as if her heart were on fire. Moving with incredible speed, she pushed her True Essence to its limit under the cover of night, leaving a long, faint streak in her wake. She calculated that Wang Xi and his disciple were both injured and could not possibly outrun her.
The little girl was frantic. After flying a great distance, dark clouds began to gather faintly above her head, signaling the approach of a heavenly tribulation. With a sigh of resignation, she descended to continue on foot; she had already reached the mainland. Once the clouds dispersed, she resumed flying on her sword, descending again whenever the clouds began to condense. After repeating this back-and-forth process several times, she finally arrived in the vicinity of Tianxin Pavilion.
Every prominent sect inevitably occupied a place with beautiful mountains and waters, rich in spiritual energy, and Tianxin Pavilion was no exception. From afar, one could see a lone, straight peak rising into the clouds, surrounded by several lower mountains. The peaks were covered in lush greenery, with the apricot-yellow corners of Taoist temples peeking through. A small river wound its way at the foot of the mountain, its water so clear one could see the bottom. To find such an unpolluted green environment in the twenty-first century was truly rare.
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