Olen looked at Nadia in her arms and felt and didn't know what to say about her behavior.
He looked at the other three girls he was carrying. Even though they kept down their voices, their face showed clear fear. But Nadia kept laughing while tears rolled down her cheek. It was giving a weird picture.
Olen felt that this woman might've hit her head and become an idiot. But looking for any wounds, he didn't find any new ones that weren't already there before.
So, why was she laughing like that? Was she mocking him for running away?
How could she do that?
Does she think more than thirty knight-grade cultivators chasing behind you is a joke?
It was already good enough to get out of this in one piece.
Olen looked at his surroundings once more. Apart from the thirty-plus knight class cultivators after him while at least a hundred other guards were trying to circle him in.
"Shoosh…" –a wind blade just went past him.
