Ancient Saint City...!
It was now noon, the liveliest time in Ancient Saint City. Ordinarily, Ancient Saint Lake was undoubtedly at its most bustling at this hour. With its beautiful scenery and central location, and no restrictions on entry, it had indeed become a must-see stop for countless travelers.
Yet at this very time, the shores of Ancient Saint Lake had once again been sealed off by the Black Mist Army.
Ripples spread through space as the Space Gate opened, and figures flashed out from within.
Xiao Heng swept his gaze around the area without lingering, then swiftly departed Ancient Saint City.
Once outside the city gates, the two of them transformed directly into flowing light and rapidly vanished beyond the bounds of Ancient Saint City.
"When we came here, they deliberately made things difficult for us. Now that we're leaving, their attitudes are much more respectful," Xiao Yan said softly as they flew through the sky.
"Strength rules all. The Ancient Clan is no exception. Enough nonsense, pick up the pace!" Xiao Heng said casually. As soon as he finished speaking, his speed abruptly increased, leaving Xiao Yan far behind in an instant.
"You bastard... wait for me!" Xiao Yan muttered helplessly. The crimson wings on his back spread open, and he quickly gave chase.
The wings Xiao Heng had crafted for Xiao Yan were quite special. They could grow along with Xiao Yan's strength. Of course, they were still somewhat inferior to the two pairs of wings on Xiao Heng's back, but even so, these crimson wings had provided Xiao Yan with tremendous aid on countless occasions.
Xiao Yan was deeply grateful to Xiao Heng. In his eyes, Xiao Heng had undoubtedly helped him greatly in getting where he was today.
And that was indeed true. Without Xiao