Wu Shaozhen looked at the woman before him, somewhat speechless. "You actually tried to kill me?"
"Who are you?" Flying Feather asked, puzzled. The man before her felt strangely familiar.
Wu Shaozhen rolled his eyes. "You came to kill me without even knowing who I am?"
"It was just a job," Flying Feather said flatly, secretly reaching toward her waist. Even now, she hadn't given up on escaping.
Wu Shaozhen noticed her movement and smiled. "Don't bother. You can't escape from me."
Flying Feather froze and stopped reaching. She stared at Wu Shaozhen with wide eyes. "Are you an immortal cultivator?"
Although she had never believed in so-called immortal cultivators, the abilities this man had displayed were simply too shocking. Other than the cultivators in novels, she could think of no explanation.
"Heh, you've been reading too many novels," Wu Shaozhen said with a smile.
"Then how did you...?"
"I'll explain in a bit. Come on, you're coming home with me." With that, Wu Shaozhen walked straight toward Flying Feather.
"!!!"
"What are you trying to do!?" Flying Feather backed away nervously.
"This isn't the place to talk." As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Shaozhen appeared beside Flying Feather and scooped her up. He spread the Illusionary Wings and flew toward his home.
"Let go of me..." Flying Feather cried in panic.
But a moment later, her eyes widened and she clapped a hand over her mouth, because she suddenly realized she was flying through the air...
Even after they entered his home, Flying Feather still looked stunned...
"And you said you weren't an immortal cultivator?" Flying Feather asked, her eyes wide.
Wu Shaozhen helplessly spread his hands. "If you say so."
"..."
"Why did you bring me here?" Flying Feather looked around, a little nervous.
Rather than answering,