Inside the Dragon Tooth Flying Boat, Zhang Yan sat cross-legged in a small room on the second floor. His eyes were slightly closed, focusing inward, fully committed to refining the alchemy fire into two Xuan Guang Seeds. The two faintly shimmering lights had grown noticeably brighter, illuminating his internal organs with clarity, and seemed just a step away from breaking through completely.
Suddenly, a loud shout came from Su YiAng, who was on lookout outside: "Master, he's back again!"
"He's back again, is he?"
Zhang Yan slowly retracted his breath, his expression calm and unsurprised.
It had been sixteen days already. Nearly every time he paused his cultivation for a while, Li Weide would locate his whereabouts and resume the chase.
These days had been spent in a constant cycle of pursuit and evasion. Li Weide seemed relentless, determined not to stop until Zhang Yan was dead.
