"Valley Master!"
Watching the retreating figure of the Night Fairy, an elder of Ghost Valley spoke up to ask, "Should we pursue her?"
"This person moves unpredictably and seems to have the aura of a Grandmaster. If you go, you might not be able to defeat her."
Eleanor Pendleton glanced at Quella Radcliffe, who had been placed in the car, "Take this woman with you and head towards Ghost Valley. Move slowly. After I finish killing, I'll catch up directly."
"As you command!"
The elder gripped his knife and nodded at Eleanor Pendleton.
"Take that woman with you and follow me!"
After speaking, he waved his arm.
The cavalry immediately surrounded them, placing Quella Radcliffe on a horse and quickly departed.
On the road, a sedan car was left behind.
Inside, a driver sat with eyes wide open, devoid of any sign of life.
Eleanor Pendleton rode his fiery horse at a breakneck pace, in relentless pursuit!
The horses of Ghost Valley were all warhorses!
One in ten thousand!
