Bai Qingqian's heart sank as she realized she had made a colossal mistake—it wasn't a matter of intelligence, but a difference in realms.
Wu Sect cultivators didn't need to crawl through the forest like she did—they could fly!
In the Poplar Forest, such radiance wouldn't travel far before being completely blocked by the numerous trees; however, in the sky, a speck of golden light could be clearly spotted even from dozens of miles away!
As the Wu Sect cultivator swooped down, Bai Qingqian could only hide her body behind a thick poplar tree, her heart turning to ash, her hands presenting a Spiritual Treasure—the last measure she had to perish together with her opponent.
But deep down she knew that perishing together was probably nothing more than her wishful thinking; the item would surely work against cultivators of the same low realm, but it would be a mere trifle against a Tongxuan Cultivator possessing mana.
