In the deep blue sky, a massive Griffin soared against the wind. Atop its back, Shen Haoran sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his body enveloped by wisps of Spiritual Power. The powerful gale rushing past him could not even stir the corners of his robes.
"Shen the kid, you're being followed. It seems to be that little girl," Elder Yan's voice rang in his ears while Shen Haoran was meditating with his eyes closed.
At those words, Shen Haoran slowly opened his eyes and glanced toward a particular spot in the sky. His Spiritual Thought had long since reached the level of a Sixth Grade Alchemist, so he had known Xue Ling was tailing him ever since he left the Sect; it just hadn't been convenient to bring it up. Sensing Xue Ling's still unstable aura, Shen Haoran couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile. 'Her grudge against me is really something. She didn't even stop to treat her injuries before coming right after me. She's throwing her life away.'
