Song Wen's expression grew increasingly gloomy, as though storm clouds had gathered overhead.
"If you don't want to die, get lost!"
With a cold snort, a frigid pressure surged forth and struck Ma Tianji like crashing waves, sending him flying.
Ma Tianji opened his mouth and spat out a torrent of blood, which scattered across the sky.
Yet his gaze remained fixed on Song Wen, carrying not the slightest resentment, only an indescribable sorrow.
"Let's go."
Song Wen softly uttered the words, then abruptly turned and sped toward the distance.
Bai Jinge, who had been watching with great interest, saw the two protagonists become, in the blink of an eye, one severely injured and the other fleeing far away.
A trace of regret flashed through her eyes. She had not yet had her fill.
"Wait for me!"
Bai Jinge shouted as she hurried after Song Wen.
Half an incense stick later.
A hundred-zhang flying ship tore through the air, racing east toward Azure Purity City.
Song Wen stood at the prow, allowing the fierce wind to buffet him.
Bai Jinge had already removed the thin veil from her face. She leaned in until she was less than a foot from Song Wen, her eyes roaming back and forth over his face.
"Extreme Yin, this face of yours can actually attract men? I never noticed that you had such charm before. Could it be that you cultivated some sort of bewitching art? Hahaha..."
Song Wen's face turned livid, black as the bottom of a pot.
"Fine! I won't say anything more."
Bai Jinge hurriedly stopped laughing, but the corners of her lips kept rising despite her efforts, as though she were struggling terribly to hold it in.
Song Wen could not be bothered with her and flew toward the ship's cabin.