Lin Yi wasn't afraid of running out of pure Qi-as long as his body could take it, he could keep running until night time.
On the other hand, Lu bianren, who had been dragged along by him for a long time, had already become dizzy. Although he was also a middle jiedan stage expert, when had Lu bianren ever experienced such a stimulating speed?
Besides, he couldn't control himself from the start, and Lin Yi was just swinging him around. His stomach was churning, and he hadn't had anything to eat for months in the prison, yet Lu bianren was vomiting ...
Lin Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the usually calm Lu bianren's twisted expression of retching in pain. He didn't have time to stop and let Lu bianren catch his breath, though-even if he wanted to vomit, he'd have to wait until they were out of danger.
