In the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen and Ying Luo passed each other like ships slipping through the night.
Jiang Chen hid himself so well that not even Ying Luo noticed him—let alone Lu Yi.
"Ying Luo, teleport three times in a row," Jiang Chen ordered through their soul link the moment they crossed.
Ying Luo's eyes lit up at his familiar presence. She didn't look back, just let out a piercing dragon's roar—"Roar!"—and tore open space itself, vanishing ten million kilometers away in an instant.
"Again? Is all this running really necessary?" Lu Yi muttered, caught between disbelief and helplessness. "Those two aren't worth the trouble—we could've taken them."
Then it hit him. Qiu Feng and his partner were already gone, completely out of range of his divine sense.
Spatial teleportation… what a terrifying power. When will I ever touch the Dao of Space myself? The thought stirred a restless hunger in his chest.
...
Qiu Feng grit his teeth. Damn it, that true dragon teleported again!
