"Brother Changlin." Ye Xiyao was startled by the sudden change, and she let out a cry, but soon her voice was drowned out by the fierce wind.
Their bodies were pushed out from the center of the hurricane by that force, followed by an experience of severe tearing pain.
About a minute or two later, the tearing pain gradually subsided, and then they saw a light appearing ahead of them.
Whoosh!
The two staggered as they were pushed out of the hurricane's cover, and when they came to their senses, they found themselves on top of a high mountain.
"Xi Yao, are you okay?" At that moment, Li Changlin couldn't care less about exactly where he was; he quickly looked down at the beauty in his arms.
"Brother Changlin, I'm fine!" Ye Xiyao slowly looked up, her face already very pale.
