Ye Qing dodged Northern Martial Zen, spun around, and directly changed direction, running toward the small mountain group he had come from earlier.
"Ye, where do you think you can run to!" Northern Martial Zen sneered continuously from behind. In his eyes, Ye Qing was a turtle in a jar.
In fact, several times he was close to catching Ye Qing, but Ye Qing, using the stepping technique of Heavenly Gangs and Northern Dipper, managed a last-minute step to narrowly avoid him. Furthermore, having learned some of the Carefree Movement, Ye Qing's speed was much faster than before, allowing him to escape this long. Otherwise, with the gap in strength between him and Northern Martial Zen, he would have been caught long ago.
Seeing Ye Qing turn and run, Northern Martial Zen didn't care at all, only sneering as he pursued. To him, Ye Qing's speed was nothing significant; there was absolutely no way he could escape from his grasp.
