The pale cyan sword light flew forward steadily and unhurriedly in the evening sky, drawing a clear, fine line.
Three shadows closely followed behind, like meteors not falling behind in the slightest.
Suddenly, the cyan sword light slowed down and stopped, revealing Huo Qingkong and two other members of the Qingying Group.
"You go ahead, I'll follow shortly." He positioned the two behind him for protection, his expression calm as he looked toward his pursuers.
Zhao Yuan and another disciple wanted to speak, but he stopped them with a gesture of his hand.
"Go."
With clenched teeth, they finally turned and rapidly flew away into the distance.
Zhao Yuan, or rather Sword of Wisdom, barely managed to stay afloat with her body's strength, and her speed was truly worrying.
The other one was at a similar level, their speed even slower than hers.
After a wobbly flight, they looked back. Huo Qingkong was already surrounded by the three shadows.
