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Three days later.
Jiang Baiye and Yun Miaoyi finally caught up with Han Li.
But what almost made them spit blood was that they simply could not capture Han Li.
At this moment, Han Li sat on a huge flying sword; its speed was not fast, he even leisurely admired the magnificent mountains and rivers, as well as the human world below.
On that massive flying sword, apart from Han Li, there were several others. The two women from Pihai Realm and Gangyuan Realm did not care about them, but they had to pay attention to the person standing at the tip of the sword.
He was an elegantly dressed middle-aged man clad in blue, holding one hand behind his back, occasionally twirling his slightly white sideburns, with a strong aura.
The two women could only watch from a distance, not daring to approach, or else they would be detected by his Spiritual Sense.