But right after she spoke, Xuanyuan Mo Ze threw his arms around her waist and lifted her up. Then with a few leaps, they vanished before the two followers' eyes.
Gray Wolf and Shadow One looked at each other, but they didn't go after them.
Feng Jiu was held close in his bosom, her body nestled to his chest. She smelled his unique scent and her mind gradually calmed down. She didn't know when this started, but it seemed that as long as he was around, she would feel at ease.
Perhaps even if she did not admit it, deep within her heart, a change had quietly taken place...
The black robe and the white dress were entwined in the wind, whirling past as one. He hugged her firmly and alighted at the apex of the imperial palace's highest spot. It was still early in the morning, the sun was not glaring and the breeze was very pleasant.
