Finesse

Yu Xuanshi exited the inn and dashed toward the direction that he detected.

He found that his target was not stationary but was heading north as well. In fact, his target traveled at a speed that was not far behind his. It made Yu Xuanshi more confident that he was chasing Zhe Ying.

The Heavenly Demonic Sect did not have a lot of disciples. Besides, only a dozen disciples had reached Level Eight. It was very unlikely to bump into one of them now.

This person must be Zhe Ying!

He sped up. His target followed suit as if trying to run out of his sensing range.

He contemplated for a moment. He went with his gut and abruptly activated a secret skill. His speed increased instantaneously, making him twice as fast as before. In the blink of an eye, he had cut short the distance between them. The Heavenly Demonic Energy he was following became clearer as well.