Xiao Yu flew at top speed toward Morning Star Island with Ling Yuling, without much fear of Extreme Yin Old Devil and the others pursuing them.
Ever since reaching late Core Formation, Xiao Yu's flight speed at full power had been comparable to that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. Although he was carrying someone now, that slight burden barely affected him.
Extreme Yin Old Devil, meanwhile, had merely used a secret technique to possess someone else's body. He could not achieve a Nascent Soul cultivator's flight speed at all; he was only considerably faster than an ordinary late Core Formation cultivator.
That speed might have posed a problem for others, but it still fell a little short against Xiao Yu. Thus, under Xiao Yu's deliberate control, the distance between him and Extreme Yin Old Devil remained at around two hundred zhang.
"Brother Xiao, shouldn't you let go of me now?" Ling Yuling, who had been rather stiff ever since Xiao Yu took her into his arms, finally recovered her senses and spoke to him in a subdued voice.
"Why? If I let go, that old devil behind us will definitely catch you. If anything happens to you, Elder Zhao will probably rip out my soul and refine it. I wouldn't dare take that risk," Xiao Yu said, looking puzzled.
"Even if you're taking me along, you don't have to hold me in your arms. What kind of sight is two grown men embracing?" Ling Yuling looked as though she might vomit as she spoke.
"Hehe, if you were a man, I wouldn't have held you in the first place!" Xiao Yu chuckled.
"What did you say?" Ling Yuling looked at Xiao Yu in confusion.
"I said, I know you're a great beauty!" Xiao Yu whispered into her ear.
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