Si Chen held Hui Ming by the back of his monk's robe with his left hand and gripped Zhou Yan's arm with his right, flying as steadily as could be.
It wasn't that Hui Ming hadn't tried to break free.
But whenever the thought arose, the hand gripping his collar tightened slightly, as though it had anticipated him, or as though it was merely a casual gesture.
The smile on Hui Ming's face grew somewhat strained.
Zhou Yan, on the other side, felt just as stifled.
Every time his spiritual power stirred, a force from Si Chen's hand pressed it back down.
He tried several times, with the same result every time.
This Si Chen... what kind of monster was he?!
Unable to fathom his true capabilities, neither dared turn hostile, at least not now.
Luo Qingyin flew at the front, taking in the entire scene from the corner of her eye as the doubts in her heart grew heavier.
Had Si Chen noticed something, forcing them to stay together like this? Or did he simply think it was safer?
Hui Ming's and Zhou Yan's reactions... were far too suspicious.
One wanted to "bring up the rear," the other wanted to "split up," both seeming eager to leave the group.
She felt that each of these three was harder to read than the last.
Instinctively, she put several more yards between herself and them, ready to strike or retreat at any moment.
Strangest of all, ever since they had been forced to fly "bound" together, the dark mass of the beast tide behind them seemed to have slowed its pursuit.
Soon, they reached the cluster of floating islands.
"Huh?"
Black Mountain craned his neck to look behind them. "Why aren't those things chasing us anymore?"
Red Wind looked back as