She had no choice but to slow down. She knew that after the grey-robed old man realized that she had been tricked, he would definitely catch up with her again. If she could not heal her injuries in time, she would not be able to escape in the end.
"Is that miss Ling from the ethereal sect residence?" At that moment, a refined and handsome middle-aged man flew over on his flying sword and stopped in front of Ling Chuxi. His white clothes fluttered in the wind.
The person who came was Yue Jianqing. He had followed the trail all the way here and had not yet reached Gulin city when he happened to meet Ling Chuxi. He was a careful person and had long recognized the footprints left behind by white feather. He knew that the carriage belonged to the ethereal sect residence, so he stopped the moment he saw Ling Chuxi.
