In the deep mountains somewhere in Shenglong State.
Number Two sat, cross-legged, with a grim expression, in a cave by the edge of a cliff.
"Damn Wokou Onmyoji! They can actually locate me through bloodline tracking. I've suffered a huge loss this time."
Number Two looked at a puppet doll on the ground, broken into dozens of pieces, with anger on her face, but worry as well.
Since escaping from the martial trial instance, she had avoided the heretical sect's surveillance by using more than a dozen puppet dolls crafted in her likeness to escape, leading her to Shenglong State.
Unexpectedly, within just a few days, over a dozen puppet dolls were lost, and her whereabouts were mysteriously exposed.
To shake off her pursuers, she kept creating new puppet dolls while fleeing into the wild and deep forests of the mountains.
However, if she stayed in one place for more than an hour, she would definitely be detected by the trackers, who would quickly close in on her.
