Zhang Chen's escape speed was incredibly fast, seemingly tireless. The martial artist who had refined his qi blood chased him for dozens of miles before collapsing in exhaustion, unable to keep up, leaving Zhang Chen far behind.
Along the way, there was no cultivator who had refined the Divine Soul Dao to chase after him, otherwise, Zhang Chen would indeed have been in even more trouble.
But it would have been just a bit more trouble, as his True God Golden Light Heaven could ward off all ghost-related issues.
Zhang Chen ran swiftly, covering a hundred miles to the west, then stopped to catch his breath, turning to look at the Princess who he was carrying on his shoulder: "I say, niece, where are we running to?"
But the only response from the Princess was two mechanical words: "To the west."
