The whimpering winds sounded like the cries of a newborn. They were mournful.
Hearing them made one's hair stand on end.
Jiang Yunkai suddenly snorted and said, "Isn't it just a little dark? Coward!"
After saying that, he waved his sleeve and left the group. He walked into the night alone.
Jiang Yingrong's expression changed slightly. She wanted to call out to him but in the end, she sighed and let him go.
After a while, the 3 of them randomly found a cave and lit up some firewood.
Ou Yangming was calm. Advanced Spiritualists were nothing to him as he could easily kill them.
The dim fire was reflected on their faces. Jiang Yingrong asked in a low voice, "Brother Yu, where did you get this flying carpet from?" He Jian's eyes were also burning as he stared at Ou Yangming. To them, this flying carpet was too strange and fast, so it was truly a must-have item for traveling!
