Just as Yu Xinmei rode the wind out of the inn's rear courtyard and was about to rise into the sky, her spiritual intuition stirred. From the corner of her eye, she caught a flash of sword light on the distant horizon.
This was nothing like a half-baked practitioner such as Wu Sunheng. Yu Xinmei immediately brought Zheng Yiming down to a nearby house behind the inn, where she had stayed before and laid out a few simple formations.
The sudden ascent and descent left Zheng Yiming rather dizzy. Only after Yu Xinmei pulled him into the house did he regain his bearings.
"Miss Yu, what happened?"
Yu Xinmei's brows were tightly knitted.
"There's a troublesome swordsman up in the sky. Flying away now would be inconvenient. We'll hide here for a while."
A swordsman? Zheng Yiming almost immediately thought of the mage who had insisted on hanging a Little Sword pendant around his neck-the same mage who had said a demon had latched onto him.
"Do you mean that mage, Wu Sunheng?"
Yu Xinmei laughed, but when she looked at Zheng Yiming and saw the concern on his face, she turned serious.
"No, not him. That fellow Wu amounts to little. The one in the sky is truly formidable. If he's still here, that means the monster in Pingzhou City is still here too!"
"Huh? Miss Yu, didn't you say you were a demon?"
Zheng Yiming's puzzled expression amused Yu Xinmei. Rather than answer immediately, she smiled and asked him a question.
"Then would you say I'm good or bad?"
"You returned my documents before, then wanted to seek justice for me. Tonight, you went to the prison to rescue me, and even opened my eyes to my own pedantic thinking. You saved my life and gave me a