As soon as Master Third Sun uttered these words, his figure swept away. Almost at the same time as Shangguan Wanrong turned and fled, he gripped her shoulder with a speed that was incomparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Hiss!"
The pang from the shoulder made her gasp with pain. She leaned the half-part of her body over, feeling his hand clenched against her shoulder as if he were trying to crush her bones into pieces. The pain made her unable to use her strength.
"Wanrong, Master said that you can't escape. Go back with me obediently!" With a deep voice, he grabbed her and dragged her away to the other side.
"Let me go! Let me go!"
