If one were to listen carefully, he would hear that Zhao Ruoxi was singing, “Little white sheep, come into my bowl…”

She was like a young lady on a spring tour, floating unobstructed through the wilderness. Red spider lilies would appear and wither one after the other, each of them propelling her forward.

Off in the distance, Bai Kongzhao was still running rapidly. Her speed hadn’t decreased in the slightest, and her concealment capabilities have been brought out to their extremes. She would sprint at full speed once the environment was suitable and go into concealment when it was easier to leave traces. Her innate talents for flight used to render Qianye helpless, often leaving him with nothing to show after chasing her over long distances.

Yet this time, she had met her bane. She couldn’t deceive her assailant no matter how she hid or disguised herself, and as soon as she changed directions, Zhao Ruoxi would sense it and give chase accordingly.

The latter wasn’t fast. The lack of origin power made her physical body inherently weak and unable to withstand the intense fluctuations in speed. However, her chase—under the support of the Red Spider Lily—never stopped. And once Zhao Ruoxi had locked onto a target, her terrifying intuition would always point her...