He continued maintaining the Escape Light speed of a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, flying forward unhurriedly.
He deliberately veered away from the main road, heading toward a more desolate stretch of mountain range.
...
Several hours later, high above a barren wilderness.
"Help! Fellow Daoist, help!"
A cry full of panic suddenly rang out.
A streak of pink Escape Light up ahead was wobbling and swaying as it flew over.
The radiance was dim, Magical Power clearly depleted.
Inside the Escape Light was a Female Cultivator in a pink dress, with an attractive face.
Right now her cloud-like hair was disheveled, her dress ripped open in several places, exposing large swathes of snow-white, soft breasts; spring scenery bursting forth, pitiable to behold.
Behind her, a red and a black Escape Light, both brimming with Evil Qi, were in hot pursuit, curses faintly audible.
