The wind howled past their ears.
The mountains and rivers beneath their feet raced backward at incredible speed.
With one person in each hand, Jiang Yuechu blazed with golden light, tearing through thick clouds as she sped away from Chang'an.
Held by the scruff of his neck, Wu Shisan had remained silent for a long while.
The old Daoist strained to keep his face composed, trying to look a little more indifferent and preserve the last scrap of dignity he had as a True Person of Mysterious Truth Grotto-Heaven.
Yet his body, shuddering constantly in the wind, mercilessly betrayed the storm raging deep within him.
As a True Person of Mysterious Truth Grotto-Heaven,
Wu Shisan had not experienced such utter helplessness in a long time.
He recalled the aura of the demon soldiers that had blotted out the sky, that bone-chilling cold that pressed down so hard he could barely breathe.
Especially that young man in black at their head.
One glance at him, one brush with that pressure that seemed to plunge heaven and earth into deathly silence, and Wu Shisan's energy had frozen. He could not even muster the slightest thought of resistance.
At the thought, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he could not help stealing a glance at the girl beside him.
It was hard to imagine what kind of courage she possessed to dare strike first at someone like that...
As Wu Shisan's thoughts churned, the girl's indifferent voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
An utterly indifferent voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
"It's normal to be scared."
Wu Shisan froze for a moment, then turned to look.
The white-robed girl beside him gazed ahead, her expression calm, and continued in all seriousness, "At your age, wetting your pants is perfectly normal too. But you'll catch