After leaving the valley, Bai Qingxue, Baiwei, and the others didn't dare pause for even a moment, racing westward at top speed. Baiwei was experienced and chose mostly desolate paths with complex terrain, chaotic spiritual energy, and conditions favorable for concealing their trail. "Qingxue, how are your injuries?" Baiwei asked with concern while flying, simultaneously keeping a wary eye on what lay behind them. "I've taken pills; they're stabilized for now." Bai Qingxue's complexion was still pale, but her gaze was resolute. "It's just that my spiritual energy is recovering slowly. That Yuxia's purple lightning power was troublesome, and the cold poison still flares up occasionally." Baiwei nodded, her expression grave: "That Yuxia surely sent a message to her husband Jade Dust Master before she died. I've heard of this Jade Dust Master—he's considered outstanding among the younger generation of the Purple Sky Jade F...