After a while, Wu Sidu's long lashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze shone with divine light; clearly, she had gained quite a lot.
Just as she was about to say something, Lu Jun had already risen to his feet and naturally extended a hand to her.
"Let's go. It's time to head back."
Wu Sidu froze for a moment, but still placed her hand in his palm.
Lu Jun gave it a gentle squeeze and led her out of the room, leaving the enormous warship moored in the harbor.
When they reached the open deck, the sea breeze brushed against their faces, carrying a salty, damp scent.
Lu Jun suddenly stopped, turned to look at her, and abruptly asked:
"Oh, right. You have two choices for getting back. One, I can fly you directly back to Mingdu. Two, we can use Sword Control and fly back sitting down. Which do you choose?"
Wu Sidu was taken aback by the question.
"Is... there a difference?"
"There is." Lu Jun nodded and explained with a straight face, "The main difference is comfort, and... my mood at the moment."
Wu Sidu thought about it. At least with Sword Control, they could sit down. It did indeed seem steadier and more comfortable.
"Then... I choose Sword Control."
"Oh, what a pity." A nearly malicious smile appeared on Lu Jun's face. Before Wu Sidu could understand what that smile meant, he swiftly continued, "I'm in a good mood today, so I suddenly don't feel like using Sword Control."
Wu Sidu: "?"
What kind of unreasonable logic was that?
Then what was the point of asking her?!
Yet before she could even voice her protest, Lu Jun's hand around her wrist tightened slightly. The next moment, an irresistible force seized her and