Only fifteen minutes remained until Min Zimo's squad broke through the encirclement.
High above the Huanmao Center, one thousand meters up.
Jiang Xinyue wore a crimson dress, her striking, pretty face looking somewhat pale at the moment.
She knitted her delicate brows, appearing slightly uncomfortable, yet she still "persisted," standing side by side in the void with Huang Lei, the middle-aged man in a Tang suit beside her.
The high-altitude Gale Force blew fiercely, but within a few feet around the two of them, it felt as though they formed their own realm, their hair and the hems of their robes remaining completely motionless while grandmaster pressure invisibly overawed all directions.
"Senior Sister, you have injuries on your body; why bother making this trip in person?"
Huang Lei's voice was robust, easily drowning out the howling wind as it reached Jiang Xinyue's ears.
"My precious granddaughter's life or death hangs in the balance. If this old woman didn't come keep watch, just in case someone didn't give their all and a slip-up happened, who would I cry to?"
Jiang Xinyue shot him a sideways glance, the corners of her red lips curling into a cold, sharp arc while frost congealed between her brows.
"Please don't vent your anger on me..." Huang Lei shrank his neck, as though harboring some lingering psychological shadow, and hastily absolved himself of responsibility. "If you want to settle accounts, go find Ding Pojun!"
"Hmph! Of course that brat won't escape! My granddaughter went and did all that just to save his disciple!"
Jiang Xinyue lowered her head slightly, casting her gaze toward the vast, bustling modern metropolis below.
In those phoenix eyes that usually always beamed with radiance, there was presently swirling a rare, hard-to-conceal trace of worry and concern.
Huang Lei shared an equally