Through the haze, Wang Xian seemed to hear Jiang Yun'er call out.
The sound startled him before he could even look up at the moon. A teleportation scroll unfurled slowly before his eyes.
Wuyue didn't want Jiang Yun'er to catch Wang Xian and drag him back to the Yin-Yang Sect again.
She had no qualms about wasting a teleportation scroll. Taking Wang Xian with her, she drifted away.
By the time the mother and daughter swam from the cold pool into the ice cellar, then chased him through the crack to the moonlit mountain ravine below,
all they found were a string of messy footprints. Wang Xian was nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Yun'er stomped her feet and cursed furiously. "I knew that guy wouldn't die! He's slipped away again!"
"Interesting!"
Looking at the fresh footprints on the ground, Murong Yu knew they had to be Wang Xian's.
And there was no mistaking the faint trace of a young man's scent still lingering in the breeze.
She smiled at Wen Xun'er. "There's no one else like Wang Xian in the entire Yin-Yang Sect—no, in all the Four Great Sects. How many times has he slipped right out from under your nose?"
Wen Xun'er studied the footprints, then said thoughtfully, "Dongfang Mingyue said that boy escaped. He'll probably go home to find his master... Heh. Let's see where he can hide this time."
Murong Yu sighed.
She gave a bitter smile. "He's neither a man nor a woman right now. Even if you find him, what can you do?"
Wen Xun'er froze. "If I can't have him, I'm not about to let those three have him, either!"
Whoosh!
The desert winds howled, and in an instant, the sky vanished behind a wall of sand.
In weather like this, not even