A cyan figure cut through the clouds in the azure sky, leaving two cyan trails in its wake.
Mu Ningxue and the others sat on Xiao Qing's back as the bitter wind howled, whipping against their faces.
Everyone wore a different expression. Some had joy in their eyes at having survived, while others looked worried about Mo Xie. Mo Fan, on the other hand, lay there fast asleep.
"Ning Xue, do you think... Mo Xie will be all right?"
Mu Nujiao pressed her red lips together and asked Mu Ningxue beside her. Bai Tingting and Song Xia also turned their gazes toward her.
After talking heart to heart along the way, the four women had grown much closer and were well on their way to becoming close friends.
"I don't know either, but we need to trust him. Little Evil wouldn't do anything he wasn't confident about. He'll definitely be all right!"
Though worry lingered in Mu Ningxue's beautiful eyes, resolve and trust shone brighter. She firmly believed in her judgment.
"Look! There seems to be someone over there!"
Zhao Manyan pointed into the distance and shouted excitedly.
Everyone looked where he pointed and immediately saw a man approaching from nearby, Wind Wings beating behind him. Most importantly, he was wearing a Military Mage's uniform.
"Wait, could one of that devil's men have come after us?"
Bai Cangfeng's expression changed, and he spoke in alarm.
At his words, everyone's faces grew tense and anxious. After what they had just experienced, they had begun to doubt the Military Mages they normally respected and trusted, afraid they might be wolves in sheep's clothing.
The man with the beating Wind Wings seemed to have spotted them and changed direction, flying toward them.
Everyone remained on high alert, but when Mu Ningxue saw his