Over a hundred kilometers away.
It wasn't in the direction of the Qiyu Sect; he had chosen a direction at random.
Jiang Ding made every effort to contain his breath, speeding away from Jindaoshan Mountain with the velocity of a peak Foundation-building cultivator. This was the state in which his concealment abilities were maximized, further enhanced by the ability of his Sword Intent to retract and condense his presence.
He was confident that even if an ordinary Post-Golden Alchemist came within ten kilometers, they would be unable to detect him.
And with his Sword Intent of Destruction, he was certain he could detect the other party's presence first.
"Yes, as such, but in the world of cultivation, nothing is ever certain. Fortune, coincidence, and the like can all cause change,"
Jiang Ding murmured to himself, his Divine Sense constantly connected to the core of the Air-Space Warplane, ready to summon it from the half-space layer at any moment.
