After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, a dark light wobbled through the sky above a desolate mountain a thousand miles away from the canyon.
The dark light converged, revealing a dark-skinned young girl inside—it was Qing Ling.
However, her current state was extremely bad, with half of her body shattered, and her aura was somewhat weak.
Just now, to deceive that golden-armored youth, she used her clone technique which consumed a lot of vitality. Coupled with her previous injuries, her body reconstructed with dark crystals was almost on the verge of collapse once more.
Qing Ling glanced towards the back, and seeing no one pursuing, she let out a slight sigh of relief.
But this place was not safe either; she slightly moved her body, planning to continue her escape into the distance.
"Senior Qing Ling, please wait a moment." At this moment, a voice sounded, and with a flash of azure light, a figure materialized—it was Liu Ming.
