Ji Fengyan increased the speed of her heavy sword. The white tassels on the sword handle trailed in the wind like the tail of a cloud.
Chang Pu was now in Ji Fengyan's hands. He had wanted to find an opportunity to escape, but he had been brought up hundreds of meters into the sky. Chang Pu's face was utterly grim.
What was happening?
What skill was Ji Fengyan using that enabled her to fly in the air?
"What exactly are you planning to do? Your people have already left Ping City. If you kill me, don't even dream of leaving this area alive." Chang Pu had lost his earlier calm.
Ji Fengyan looked down at Chang Pu's dark expression and laughed. "You really do hold some status. Don't worry, I won't kill you. If you die, what will I used to attract the attention of those demons? Until my men return to the camp, I am afraid you will have to bear with me."
