Jiang Yunsheng raised a brow at that, utterly unconvinced.
A mortal Martial Dao practitioner chasing an immortal cultivator flying through the air with nothing but her legs?
It was simply a fantasy from the heavens. This woman was probably just too proud and unwilling to lose face.
He smiled without exposing her. "Since Miss Su is so confident, Commander Pang and I shall wait for you two ahead."
With that, Jiang Yunsheng exchanged a glance with his guard, Pang Lie. Spiritual energy surged around them, and they immediately shot up from the ground, turning into two streaks of light that soared into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, they swept toward the horizon, clearly intending to show these two Martial Dao practitioners the means of immortal cultivators.
Watching the two lights turn into distant black dots in an instant, Han Yu was completely dumbfounded.
She anxiously tugged at Su Yueli's sleeve. "Master... they're flying in the sky! They're terrifyingly fast. How could we possibly keep up by running?"
Su Yueli reached out and grabbed Han Yu by the back of her collar, the corners of her lips curving faintly.
"Don't worry. Of course we can keep up."
Before Han Yu could react, she felt the space around them suddenly contract. Her ears throbbed with pain as a gale tearing through the air roared past them.
The scenery before her frantically retreated, blurring into a smear of light and shadow.
She even had an absurd illusion.
Her body had already flown away, while her soul was still foolishly chasing after it.
The next moment, the violent wind abruptly ceased.
Han Yu's eyes snapped open. To her shock, she and her master were already standing side by side atop the treetops, merely several yards away from Jiang Yunsheng and Pang