He retrieved a robe from the sleeve bag of the deceased Blood Essence Sect disciple. First, he made a slight noise, then formed a spell with his fingers. Using the sword ball, he lifted the robe into the air, letting it drift faintly for a few moments.
Sure enough, the commotion instantly drew the attention of those below. One of them exclaimed in alarm, "Not good, the Blood Essence Sect people have caught up to us."
The middle-aged cultivator turned his head to look, and his expression immediately changed drastically. Previously, he had been relentlessly pursued by the Blood Essence Sect disciples, and had long become as jumpy as a startled bird. At this moment, he could no longer concern himself with killing Han Ji, and hurriedly said, "Run!" With a stomp of his foot, he led the other two in a frantic retreat.
Watching their panicked figures disappear, Zhang Yan smiled faintly, revealed himself, and walked casually toward Han Ji. He said, "Are you unharmed?"
