Li Xiangping rode the wind for a while and soon came upon a small orchard, enclosed by a bamboo fence, with kumquat trees bearing fruit—clearly the property of a farming household.
"Judging by my steps, I've already entered deep into Ji Family territory. This household must be under the Ji Family's jurisdiction," he mused.
Li Xiangping had been fleeing all night, his complexion was extremely pale, and the talisman in his hand had dimmed, indicating it was nearly exhausted.
He took out a greyish-blue Dharma Mirror from his bosom. Gently stroking it, he closed his eyes slightly to sense that the old Taoist's presence was still far behind him, which made him swear under his breath.
However, inside the Mirror, Lu Jiangxian could see even more clearly. The old Taoist had forcefully suppressed his injuries, consumed several elixirs, and had forcefully stabilized his breath. His eyes were filled with ferocity as he stood on the flying shuttle, heading straight for Li Xiangping.
