Jiang Chen's words rippled through the illusion. "Ying Luo, jump to another sub-space!"
"Big brother, I'm hungry," Ying Luo whined.
"One piece of Space Essence Gold," he countered.
She gave a dramatic shake of her head. "I'm still just a kid, you know. This is too much."
"Three pieces."
Her eyes lit up. "Three? …Fine. But I'm only doing it one more time."
A surge of spatial energy burst from her, and in the blink of an eye, she slipped into another sub-space, reappearing even farther away.
"We lost him!" Lu Yi said, relief flashing across his face as his divine sense found no trace of the Compassionate Sword Immortal Palace genius.
"No. We've only opened up the distance—he's still chasing," Jiang Chen cut in. "And he's marked us with some kind of tracking art. Hide your aura, now."
Lu Yi's smile vanished. "Cleansing Breath, Restraining Aura Precious Art." He quickly sank into the technique, suppressing every trace of his presence.
