As Mo Xian ushered Wang Jingyuan away hurriedly, Wang Jingyuan could feel the Qingsha senior brother's eyes boring into her back. They walked briskly among the people on the streets, but she still felt like Qingsha Sect wouldn't give up so easily. She snuck a look over her shoulder and thought she saw a flash of teal a short distance behind them.
"I think they're following us," Wang Jingyuan said quietly to Mo Xian. "We have to shake them off."
