After leaving the training grounds, badly injured Jitian and Meng Xue'er discovered that the two of them had no way to escape the Magic Guild. For some reason, security at the guild had suddenly tightened. Mages carrying wands could be seen patrolling everywhere. Jitian found it strange. He and Meng Xue'er had been with the father and son, Lie Yan, the whole time, and he had never seen Lie Yan order anyone to stand guard. Besides, the guards should have been concentrated around the guild’s outer perimeter.
Water Hiding Technique: Several of the Magic Guild’s elders were Archmages, so it was useless.
Wind Wings: Jitian was badly injured and would have to carry Meng Xue'er, too. Could he even fly? Useless.
Gale Step, Phantom Vanish: He had only used them to dodge the first patrol of mages, but he ran so hard he nearly coughed up blood and died. Failure.
Fortunately, a short distance from the training grounds was a thick grove of trees. Hidden beneath the leaves, Jitian and Meng Xue'er didn’t have to worry about being spotted for the time being...
