Boom!
A dull sound suddenly resonated from high above, like dry thunder exploding, scattering the clouds within hundreds of meters around.
A figure plummeted from mid-air, crashing into a forest, creating a large pit on the ground, with cracks spreading out and soil bursting into the air.
Pfft!
Yun Mengyao's face was as pale as paper, and she spewed a mouthful of crimson blood, a bitter smile playing on her lips. She had underestimated Murong Qianxun's perseverance; chasing her relentlessly for three whole days.
Murong Qianxun descended from mid-air, stabilizing her figure a dozen meters above, looking indifferently at Yun Mengyao below.
"You're truly a mad dog, chasing relentlessly," Yun Mengyao struggled a bit but couldn't sit up. After three days of fleeing, not only was her cultivation depleted, but she was also severely injured. If not for the Immortal Feather Skirt, falling from such a height would have killed her.
