The gale slammed into them head-on, whipping their robes into a frenzy.
Zhao Xuanyang gripped Jiang Wang by the arm and headed straight west.
Setting aside the fact that he had captured him, Zhao Xuanyang was actually quite considerate. He even helped shield Jiang Wang from the oncoming gale, wiped the blood beneath his left eye, and applied some medicinal powder...
He even took the time to find a short cord and tie up Jiang Wang's long, loose hair.
As the man put it, "There, you look much more presentable now."
Though Jiang Wang didn't see what difference it made whether a prisoner looked presentable or not.
"Come to think of it, black doesn't suit you. It doesn't match your temperament," Zhao Xuanyang suddenly remarked as they flew.
Jiang Wang said nothing.
A victor could naturally find amusement in idle chatter, but someone bound hand and foot couldn't.
Zhao Xuanyang continued on his own. "I've got a few really nice Daoist robes in my Storage Box. How about I give you a change of clothes?"
Jiang Wang could no longer keep silent. Gritting his teeth, he said, "A man may be killed, but not humiliated!"
"Ah, you misunderstood," Zhao Xuanyang said. "I'm not going to take your clothes off, and I don't have that sort of hobby..."
The more he explained, the more tangled his words became. In the end, he simply released Jiang Wang's arm and used Dao Essence to pull him along. "Can you relax now?"
Jiang Wang fell silent.
This really was a strange man.
He didn't seem to care at all about the fight between Chunyu Gui and Ji Zhaonan.
Nor did he seem to care much about where they were going or what they were doing.
His attention was fixed on little things at the