"Come with me!" Shi Zian grabbed the lady's wrist and dragged her out of the room.
He suddenly leapt high into the sky, causing Shen Jiyu to instinctively reach for his spiritual energy, finding nothing, he took the initiative to hold onto Shi Zian's waist for dear life and balance. Shi Zian looked back at him and a large sword materialized beneath their feet balancing them. He turned to face the young woman and Shen Ziyu gripped both his shoulders tightly. Shi Zian raised an eyebrow, but he did not push it.
As they approached the market, the sky was filled with cultivators, many of who gave a wide berth the moment they saw flaming locks and silver eyes. They whispered amongst themselves, words like monster and dog making it to Shi Zian's sharp ears.
