Fu Xuanye flew back patiently. By now, he had traveled more than twenty miles away from the Primordial Sword Sect. At this distance, even a late-stage Combined Aperture Tempering realm cultivator would find it difficult to perceive him.
Furthermore, Fu Xuanye still had the Concealment Bell on him, making it even less likely for anyone to detect him.
However, Fu Xuanye did not accelerate, continuing at the same pace as before, steadily retreating. He planned to reach a position forty li away, ensuring complete safety.
Suddenly, a strange sensation gripped Fu Xuanye's heart. Puzzled, he was about to inspect his surroundings when he felt a hand resting on the protective shield of the Concealment Bell.
Fu Xuanye's eyes widened involuntarily. Who was it, and when did they appear behind him? He had failed to sense their presence at all.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
