Zhu Qing stood half a step behind Su Yu, her fingertips lightly resting on his sleeve, her knuckles slightly curled with a hint of restraint.
The wind lifted the ends of her hair and brushed them across her cheeks, making her subconsciously press her lips together.
Her gaze fell upon the Immortal Slaying Sword beneath their feet, its radiance flowing and swirling. She didn't dare look up.
Su Yu caught sight of her expression from the corner of his eye. The corners of his lips curved almost imperceptibly as he turned his head and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Zhu Qing, hold on tighter. I'm going to speed up."
"Mm."
Zhu Qing softly acknowledged him, her fingertips tightening only slightly as she continued holding onto his sleeve, as though that small amount of contact was already her limit.
Seeing this, Su Yu quietly increased his Soul Power. The Immortal Sword suddenly shot forward, its speed abruptly increasing by several notches.
The sudden inertia made Zhu Qing's body tilt backward uncontrollably.
The wind swallowed her cry of surprise. She instinctively reached out with both arms and firmly wrapped them around Su Yu's waist.
Through the thin fabric, she could feel the firm lines of his waist.
Zhu Qing's cheeks flushed bright red, and she tried to let go as if she had been burned.
But the Immortal Sword beneath their feet showed no sign of slowing, while the wind howled beside her ears.
She could only grit her teeth and maintain that position, her fingertips unconsciously clutching his clothes tighter.
Su Yu felt the strength around his waist. The smile at the corners of his lips deepened, but he didn't look back. He merely steadied his body and reduced the Immortal Sword's speed to a