Li Xizhi had realized earlier on that holding his position here was no easy task. If the Tuoba Family randomly sent someone, it might be manageable, but if they sent someone from the direct lineage, he would need to be ready to retreat.
Therefore, he had inquired about a list and had memorized the distribution of the various checkpoints around Baixiang Valley, clarifying each cultivator one by one. Now, as he fled, he was taking the shortest route.
On his way here through the rosy clouds, he had passed through more than a dozen strongholds, most of them minor mountains and formations—either pulled out by the devil cultivators or too afraid to show themselves, without making a sound.
