A slash in the air shattered the silence of the dark night.
In the air, a woman in red clothing held a small boy with ragged clothes in her arms as she swiftly ran towards the mountain path not far away.
The small boy wore broad robes that did not fit his figure. His hair was longer than him, reaching his ankles. He had a lovely and very adorable appearance, but his large eyes contained an evil and eerie light, giving him a maturity that exceeded his age.
"Young Master, we are already several thousand meters away from that place," the red-clothed woman lightly frowned, worry flashing through her striking face, "however, because you are seriously injured, it has caused your body to change to this appearance..."
The boy cast his eyes down and looked at his tiny hands and feet, a cold glint flickering through his eyes.
