"I wasn't captured, indeed."
Six words, languid and casual, utterly composed.
In that instant, a sudden clap of thunder broke through the night sky, as though lightning had ferociously cleaved the air, splitting both Liang Zhiqiong and Lin Qi into halves.
Fuck!
Both cursed inwardly, then exchanged glances.
Following that, they heard rustling overhead, the leaves gently brushing against each other, branches swaying abnormally, figures moving through the air, stirring unusual currents, and a cold breeze sweeping down from above.
The series of sounds came quickly, and the two swiftly looked up to see a dark silhouette.
Mo Shangjun grasped the branch above their heads, swung half a circle in the air, and descended, letting go to land steadily on the ground.
They stared at Mo Shangjun for a few moments, finally confirming that it was indeed Shangjun.
Damn, this was really bizarre.
"What are you doing here?"
