The two watched him warily, not daring to answer lightly.
Jiyan gave a cold laugh. He drifted closer to them, looking down at them with icy arrogance.
"My crows died here."
Then he flicked his slender fingers, and coils of black mist wound around Yan Xiurong's neck, lifting her until her toes left the ground.
"What are you doing? What sort of monster are you?" Xia Qianhui drew his Sword and thrust it at Jiyan.
But his attack-
Struck empty air!
His eyes widened.
He could see the man before him, yet he could not touch him!
"Let her go! Take me!"
Xia Qianhui reached out and caught hold of Yan Xiurong. She looked down at him, the pressure around her neck leaving her barely able to breathe.
"Run... now."
Then-
With a single Teleportation, Jiyan appeared before Yan Xiurong, seeming to scrutinize something. "You're reasonably pretty, but why do you carry a phoenix's aura? Take me to it."
Yan Xiurong froze, her delicate brows drawing tight.
A phoenix's aura?
Father used the Phoenix Feather Plume to increase my internal energy. Could this evil spirit be after the Phoenix Feather Plume?
Yan Xiurong struggled, her face turning crimson, unable to speak.
Then Jiyan glanced indifferently at her, and the force constricting her neck abruptly vanished.
She fell from midair into a pair of strong arms.
"Are you all right?" Xia Qianhui steadied her, then turned to look at Jiyan again.
"Tell us your name. What sort of prowess is it to bully a helpless woman?" He was still berating him when the young woman raised a hand to stop him.
Yan Xiurong shook her head slightly, signaling with her eyes that he should not act rashly.
Only then did Jiyan deign to spare Xia Qianhui a glance. "I have slumbered