The last words left behind by Bian Zhilin and his group had hinted at a True Dragon—Ying Luo. When Sun Tianhan heard this, excitement flashed across his face. He swore then and there that she would be his to claim.
The Purple Crest Immortal Sect wasted no time. Their cultivators spread out in every direction, searching the air for traces of their quarry.
It wasn't long before they locked onto three distinct auras—Jiang Chen, Ying Luo, and Lu Yi. Ying Luo's True Dragon bloodline stood out like a beacon, and Lu Yi's aura was equally easy to identify. Neither had the means to completely cover their tracks.
Sun Tianhan and his group quickly pieced together the general direction of their escape.
"Southern Breeze Mountain Range! After them!" Sun Tianhan snapped, lifting his hand in a sharp gesture. He was already planning the fastest way to cut them off.
