"You rotten master! Hurry up and put me down! We're already here!"
Held in Hun Changqing's hand, Zi Yan wriggled and struggled like a loach. Her tender little face was filled with frustration and displeasure, and she even reached out with her little claws to tug at his black robe, her voice brimming with resentment toward him.
Su Qian had looked furious upon seeing Zi Yan dangling from Hun Changqing's hand. But her seemingly angry attitude, which actually revealed how close she was to Hun Changqing, made his expression turn somewhat peculiar, with a trace of bewilderment.
Hun Changqing soon released his grip on Zi Yan's collar. She immediately felt the restraint behind her vanish, followed by the weightless sensation of falling. She hurriedly mobilized the Dou Qi within her body, and a pair of small, exquisite, pale-purple Dou Qi wings instantly appeared behind her, flapping against the air and sending out waves of energy.
Only after her Dou Qi wings appeared did Zi Yan steady her falling body and slowly regain her balance in the sky. Then she pouted and turned around indignantly, glaring at Hun Changqing with large eyes as clear and sparkling as purple gemstones. Pointing a slender, pale finger at him, she complained,
"Master! Can't you warn me before you let go?! Do you know how scary it is when you suddenly drop me like that? What if I hadn't reacted in time and fallen to my death? Could you really bear to let your sweet, adorable disciple die like that?"
Hun Changqing looked at the puffed-up Zi Yan with a teasing smile and chuckled sinisterly.
"Kekeke... My dear disciple, even if you really were so witless that, with your Peak Dou Wang reflexes, you couldn't manifest Dou Qi wings a mere few thousand meters above